25.4.16

Ok

Cute Facebook post.

Yea. Children do need their fathers.
So step up and be one.

But what they don't need is abusive, self-absorbed assholes that think they're entitled to threaten and abuse and terrify the mother. And then still expect to be catered to?  What kind of mother would I be to deliver my child, the one who looks to me as her rock and her support (why? Because Ive made it clear multiple times that what you've done to me is WRONG. Its abusive and its not acceptable.  Oh...and that whole last year that you were in jail because, you know, preying on women...but we were there for you despite it...yea, the only relationship you've had with your child is because I've been the one to facilitate it) onto the hands of a sadist that gets his mastabatory kicks by hurting people--especially if they're deemed by that person to be "less than" himself, namely women and children?

I am NOT less than you. And I made myself VERY clear, before I came back--the bad times are OVER. I take care of our daughter. I pay the bills, ALONE. I make sure she gets to the dr. I make sure she is clean and fed and clothed. I am the one that makes her childhood a happy one. What have you brought BESIDES misery and abscense and betrayl?

And I'm 100% certain that every legal body in the world will agree with me based on the shit you've pulled. You're a jackass who needs to pull his head OUT of his ass and quit thinking that Facebook is a legitimate stage for yourself.

You should be embarrassed.

AND--that study is being quoted in that article as humor. HUMOR. Children misbehave when their primary caretaker shows up because they feel safer expressing their emotions with that primary caretaker present. AND Studies have ACTUALLY shown that an abusive relationship is NOT in the best interest in the child. Children who witness it, or are subjected to it have incredible difficulties throughout their development and all the way into adulthood. BUT the courts are still so behind the times as far as research  and precedent is concerned that if you'd bothered to show up to either of the TWO custody hearings to answer for the things you've done, you'd have a firmer grip on what your parental role is.

That must be some delicious pussy to trade your daughter for it. You didn't even show up???

Omg--your dead beat bullshit is so showing through, it's ridiculous. I ESPECIALLY loved the family photo where I'm photoshopped out as the only recent picture of you with your damned daughter. The rest are baby pics...

You left us, Asshole.
You refuse to spend time with your child, you fucking creep.
You write songs, record, and publish them about having sex with your child.
It's disgusting.
You gushed to me about how you got soups because so-and-so just likes the young white boys. And you think I don't goddamned know??
I saw your ads on rentmen. And, yea, the court saw them too.

I know.

You sideways, dumb mother-fucker.

Do you hear how my brain is exploding?

And still--

In the parenting plan--that you haven't even bothered to respond to--there are provisions laid out for you to take an active role in your child's life. I have ZERO contact with you. For a good reason. You. Need. Professional. Intervention. And I have only shown myself to be an enabler. So I'm not continuing the cycle.

You think I'm going to hand you unrestricted access to abuse me, and hurt me, however you feel like you're justified to just because you feel like you're entitled to it???  I know you're three ways from sideways...but this is ridiculous.

I am not responsible for the hole you have dug for yourself. And my offer of help does not give you the right to come after me and hurt me because I offered that help.

You fucking lied to me.
You lied to your child.

Who buys your nonsense?  That 20 year old you fucked?  The new chick?  Do you even tell the truth to anyone?  Is anyone that's listening to you NOT a complete moron?  You get rid of anyone that tries to talk sense into your stupid ass--including your own family...just, oh. My. God.

I did everything in my capability to help you. And I did so SO you could be a member of our family. The secrets I know, yea, I told them. Because you need to get control of yourself. And the reasons I'm doing what I'm doing are based upon those secrets. And if the ones I told arent enough, Ive got more. And you KNEW that my support and facilitation of your relationship with your daughter was based upon you getting help. When you treat another person like your personal soul toilet, they know your shit...and that deserves more respect and kindness than the deliberate cruelty you've shown me.

Not blame. Nor violence.
Or retribution because you think I'm going to take it.

I'm not
I'm. NOT.

You left us devastated.
And afraid.
The core of who I am, and how I view life is fundamentally shaken.

If I saw you today, would it be a "kind" form of you?  If so, whats the angle? Or would you be here to kill me?  Would you hurt her?  I spend nights wishing you would knock on the door and then cursing myself because I know that you will never stop what you've done. If you come here...

Just stay the hell away from us.

And while I'm struggling to figure out how the things I cherished most about myself were the things that perpetuated the abuse I endured, while my child was formulating her most basic ideas of how men and women intetact-- I'm still trying to put that all aside to help her through the loss of her father. Because she's a child. And she loves you. Because I gave YOU that space in her life.  That's is what I did to hurt my daughter.

And still would have continued to hurt her.

But YOU left US.
You left HER.

Thank Fucking Jesus!

I hope you chew the skin off your fingers for the shame of what you've become.

But, hey--

The Right choice is not often the most easy.
Nor is the Right thing to do the most self-preserving.
But, if you want to be a good person, you DO the right thing.

You Step Up.
You honor your Obligations.
Keep your Promises.
And Fuck-All to the damage incurred.

I went through the fires for you.
And for her.

I am completely fucked up.
But my conscience is clear.

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