You literally can never do enough… You pay your child support, sign them up for sports, ALWAYS show up no excuses, take your kids to sporting events, amusement parks, buy the PS5, X Box, Nintendo Switch, Disney cruises, Disney Park vacations, keep them fresh… As soon as they get out of line and you correct them, they will look at you and tell you that they want to go back to their mom’s.
On Monday when they’re back at their mom’s, they calling you telling you more shyt that they want you to buy. On Mother’s Day it was, “ Dad, what are we getting mom for Mother’s Day?” I didn’t hear a peep about Father’s Day yesterday at all. We go to therapy and all of that, I have voluntarily taken parenting classes, and I read shyt on how to be a better father and still… You start to realize that your relationship with your seed is very contingent and conditional.
Just venting… I know y’all live in Wakanda and everything is perfect in your world but when homes are broken, the child that left with the mom, overtime isn’t the same child. They become the mom… You’re the bad guy and whatever happened surely was your fault.
People say, “ Bro, they will see shyt for what it is when they become an adult… YOU just make certain that you are doing the right thing.” What a depressing existence….
