It’s been a while since I’ve blogged anything. Much has happened. Much is yet to happen. And much may happen.
With my ex, Christmas will be awkward. I am not welcome to stay a night on the sofa bed so that I may see my girls opening their presents on Xmas day. I must stay in a hotel. That’s £100.
Can’t afford that. Not with her refusal to pay something towards the unauthorised overdraft which is costing £5 a day. I simply cannot pay for any more. I can’t. I try, I want to provide for my girls. It’s my duty as their Dad. They will never know what I have paid for. Expected to pay for. No, no longer. I can’t any more. That pleading for £50 for food because she has run out of money for food. No, sorry. Can’t. You can get a job, I can’t get another one. And why should I? My company has had the rogue trader $2,300,000,000 issue. That means no bonus. No pay rise. Fuck all for me this year for all the hours I’ve put in. So no, I will not be subsidising you anymore. You can walk away from the house, the mortgage, the secured and unsecured loans that I’m paying for. Oh yes. You can be declared bankrupt. Easy for you. You have nothing to lose. That would destroy me. I wouldn’t be able to work anymore in my profession. But believe me, you are jointly liable for it all, so don’t forget that.
Christmas. £100 on hotels I don’t need? Can I afford that? Well, I could, but that would mean not being able to buy my girls any presents. Either way I am the bad Dad who doesn’t care. Well, I’m used to that. One day, one day they will know the truth. I guarantee this.
Is this something really that important? Keeping me out of my own house? That I pay for? What have you done? Tidied it? Cleaned it? Looked after it? Pah. I don’t even have a bloody key.
For what?
Nose. Spite?
I will go up, therefore, on Christmas Eve only, and return to my home the same day. At least I can give my girls some presents but I will miss them on the big day itself. But what does that matter, when you can lord it over the Bad Dad? Still enjoy your dinner, your presents, paid for by the taxpayer. You’re pretty much unemployable now. Wonderful.
My new family have welcomed me whole heartedly. For that I am humbly grateful and honoured. At least I will have a Christmas Day I will be allowed to enjoy.
Wonderful.
Love it.
Why does everything need to be so complicated??
And with your refusal to pay anything towards to overdraft, I can’t afford any more to come up to those meetings that are so important. Will they make me choose between their meetings and me seeing my girls?????
I will be writing to social services to explain why I cannot meet them anymore : and it will be down to your inability, your refusal to pay for those things that are keeping that roof over your head. You have no idea, had no idea and never would have any idea how much I have supported you. I no longer can.
You must take responsibility for what you did.
It’s a commandment, after all.
3 comments:
have just read your blog angry dad...your blog just goes to show that there are ALWAYS two sides to the story, but many people who SHOULD know your side never will. And that is a shame, because all they hear is the other side which i am sure is predominantly lies (along with most things that come out of her mouth). Stay strong.
What exactly does she spend nearly 2K of CSA on? I could live quite nicely on that, especially if you are still maintaining the mortgage too!!!
Time, me thinks for someone to get up of their jacksie, take responsibility for themselves and start earning their own money.
God knows I bloody well worked my arse off over the years to support my family.................
To be fair and honest, which I always am, things have not been good for a number of years. I spouted off on this rant, yes, vented a lot I needed to. However, it boils down to the ultimate reality. If you want to get involved with somebody else, you split up first. Is that bad of me to expect that? But, what is done is done, and things are forever changed. Time to move on. And, honestly, truly.... no hard feelings. I am a decent guy and bare no grudges at all. Today, Clare and I celebrate our 9 months together. I have never been happier. I wish T the best, and hope she finds somebody who can make her happy again. I truly do.
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