Airing Dirty Laundry online and in society is tacky. I know it. It’s why I don’t post endless clotheslines of it on the internet, especially when I’m looking for work and trying to correct a few situations that have battered me around the past few years, without explanation or remorse.
But that creates a fine line between not saying anything about it and allowing it to continue to grow worse or possibly putting out for others to understand and maybe even prevent themselves from ending up in the same situation. As people say, if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone. And it can and does. Unfortunately, I’m now writing from the other side of that fence, which has been erected around me with little opportunities for escape. Notice I said “Little” opportunities. Not “no.” I am resourceful and clever enough to get out of every snare insidious vermin have tried to trap me in for their own benefit, given time and opportunity. I’m not meant to be a rat in a cage, as Billy Cogin rightfully and lovingly screams.
And let me also disclose this isn’t a “rant” or “manifesto” as accused by the other parties herein. I’m not a vengeful or vindictive person. I don’t have the time or will to spend my resources on pursuing fantastic retaliation, as I’ve been accused by my child’s mother. But this situation and a person involved, namely our daughter who’s 6, and means the world to me, is too important to allow inactivity, her nefarious mother, and a court to dictate her and my fate. I’m too confident in being able to manage my own affairs over others doing it for me, like many other people alive feel.
A lot of people know me. A LOT. I would estimate in the tens of thousands at this extended point in my life. And they know what I’m about and where I’m coming from. But a lot more people don’t and they apply their own prejudices, perspectives, and stereotypes to the situation to feign comprehension of it as easily as possible. That’s an unfortunate aspect of human nature. And what’s landed us all in this very unfortunate situation. Basically, I now have an endless stream of strangers making life decisions on my and my child’s behalf, as demanded by the mother/my ex-wife. Who I have no ill feelings towards. She’s doing the best she can, (I probably erroneously presume. She’s never told me she is with anything) but it keeps falling WAY short of any standard anyone should have for their own child and family. And that’s. a tragedy and problem I intend to correct because I have the will and abilities. But she’s also hobbled me with cash flow, which intentionally causes further problems for everyone but herself. This is why I’m pursuing child support from her. The life our child has should be equal between parents, and for almost 5 years or so, it has been completely off-balance. 100% on one side, 0% on the other. And everyone seems fine with this, somehow.
But before I go off on a long tirade, let me state what my plan is. I’m going to dedicate a page on this site to collect all the insanity I’m experiencing aka “dirty laundry” and people can involve themselves as they see fit, instead of me posting a steady stream of what I fear will be viewed as the ranting of a person who’s very upset. It’s not. It’s a calm description of what my and my daughter’s lives currently entail due to external forces. I’m just beyond sick of it all and trying to look down the road more than 1 foot at a time, which I’m being made to do. I cannot plan anything in the situation I’m in. By others’ malevolent design.
I keep a timeline of events here as well, but it’s also sort of hidden away so I don’t invite accusations of being a madman. I’m the opposite, in fact. I’m just passionate and intense when it comes to Cecelia, my daughter. She deserves it, and I will give her my all, every time I can.
So from here on, this will be a sub-category people can peruse at their leisure, or ignore entirely. It’s up to you, not me. But it’s there in case anyone would like to discuss or become involved. Any help is always appreciated from a father who has been abandoned and flying entirely solo, with few safety measures available.
So, under this Page, I will post some of the more egregious fouls happening in my life. To not say anything is irresponsible, lazy, a lie to me, not doing what’s in Cecelia’s best interest, and not going to accomplish ANYTHING positive.