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i know it's dumb, but i can't stop watching Starting Over. (thanks a lot, mom!) i think part of the attraction is watching women struggle through issues they didn't know they had, and working them out. gives me hope i can accomplish the same thing, even without all the support they have, financially. i have my own support system, and monetarily they might be poor but i would be lost without them.
anyway, this one woman, christine, really pisses me off. i mean, i can feel my blood pressure rise when she starts whining, crying, and trying to manipulate and excuse her failures. (and that's not good for me, i know so don't bother getting ready to lecture.) she has a son and an asshole ex-husband who is inflexible, and she's using this as an excuse to stall and not move forward. when the option was suggested to her that she release said ex-husband from paying child support in order for her to regain some semblance of control of her own life, she was outraged at the suggestion.
that's when i wanted to slap the ever loving shit right out of that woman and i lost any marginal sympathy i had for her.
not that i think fathers should be off the hook as far as child support goes; quite the contrary. however, if it gets to the point where if by accepting child support i relinquish control of my life, believe me when i tell you it ain't happening. as a matter of fact, it did NOT happen.
i was in the same boat as christine, only i think my situation was a little more dire as my life really was at stake. (i don't think i have to detail it out for you, do i?) and i had three kids, not one. i knew the ex well enough to know if i made a big deal out of child support, he would exercise every bit of control he could scavenge and beat me over the head with it. as it was, i went through some really hairy stuff resulting in a restraining order and other stuff ya'll don't really want to know.
in any event, i gave up child support and left it to him to contribute what he thought was appropriate (which was nothing, friends and neighbors, but i'm sure that's no suprise to you.... it wasn't to me either.) and in doing so, i had control of my life.
a lot of my friends at the time told me i was stupid, but not one of them ever understood that by taking his money i also had to take his ties. that's why all of christine's whinings do nothing but piss me off. yes, i am intimately aquainted with just how long you can go before they shut your electric off; with how many ways you can fix hamburger and how to spice up ramen noodle soup. i know how to stretch $30 to feed three people for a week... i know that hungry cats will cease to be picky after three days.
i live in a trailer (it's a nice, safe park) with a car that's threatening to drop its transmission; he drives a 2003 cougar and lives in a 65k house but you know what? a dog turd covered with iceing is still a dog turd underneath and i wouldn't trade places or go back for any amount of money.
when i wake up in the morning, i'm not scared and i don't hurt anywhere. when i wake up, i make my OWN decisions about what i wear, what i want to do, what i want to eat. i can breathe. i answer to no one. when i have a bruise i know it came from bumping against the coffee table. i never have to hide my face or any part of my body. i don't have to be afraid when night comes.
lemme tell you, it doesn't get any better than that, and no amount of money can buy it.
****
actually, i would so like to see her pull her head out of her ass and get it on.
*sigh*
anyway, this one woman, christine, really pisses me off. i mean, i can feel my blood pressure rise when she starts whining, crying, and trying to manipulate and excuse her failures. (and that's not good for me, i know so don't bother getting ready to lecture.) she has a son and an asshole ex-husband who is inflexible, and she's using this as an excuse to stall and not move forward. when the option was suggested to her that she release said ex-husband from paying child support in order for her to regain some semblance of control of her own life, she was outraged at the suggestion.
that's when i wanted to slap the ever loving shit right out of that woman and i lost any marginal sympathy i had for her.
not that i think fathers should be off the hook as far as child support goes; quite the contrary. however, if it gets to the point where if by accepting child support i relinquish control of my life, believe me when i tell you it ain't happening. as a matter of fact, it did NOT happen.
i was in the same boat as christine, only i think my situation was a little more dire as my life really was at stake. (i don't think i have to detail it out for you, do i?) and i had three kids, not one. i knew the ex well enough to know if i made a big deal out of child support, he would exercise every bit of control he could scavenge and beat me over the head with it. as it was, i went through some really hairy stuff resulting in a restraining order and other stuff ya'll don't really want to know.
in any event, i gave up child support and left it to him to contribute what he thought was appropriate (which was nothing, friends and neighbors, but i'm sure that's no suprise to you.... it wasn't to me either.) and in doing so, i had control of my life.
a lot of my friends at the time told me i was stupid, but not one of them ever understood that by taking his money i also had to take his ties. that's why all of christine's whinings do nothing but piss me off. yes, i am intimately aquainted with just how long you can go before they shut your electric off; with how many ways you can fix hamburger and how to spice up ramen noodle soup. i know how to stretch $30 to feed three people for a week... i know that hungry cats will cease to be picky after three days.
i live in a trailer (it's a nice, safe park) with a car that's threatening to drop its transmission; he drives a 2003 cougar and lives in a 65k house but you know what? a dog turd covered with iceing is still a dog turd underneath and i wouldn't trade places or go back for any amount of money.
when i wake up in the morning, i'm not scared and i don't hurt anywhere. when i wake up, i make my OWN decisions about what i wear, what i want to do, what i want to eat. i can breathe. i answer to no one. when i have a bruise i know it came from bumping against the coffee table. i never have to hide my face or any part of my body. i don't have to be afraid when night comes.
lemme tell you, it doesn't get any better than that, and no amount of money can buy it.
****
actually, i would so like to see her pull her head out of her ass and get it on.
*sigh*
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