It just keeps getting funnier…
We went back to court Friday with Jake’s dad. Child support issues. Basically, Jake costs more now than before and Karen has to put in for a raise. Frankly, His dad’s payments don’t come close to paying for half of the boy’s expenses, but it’s not about that. You fathered him, you have to keep up your responsibility to him. Be a father.
Earlier this year Karen even offered to work things out with him outside of court so that things would be easier on everyone involved. Of course he refused. What she put in for was a basic cost of living raise and a motion for him to pay half of school registrations and extracurricular activities, as well as a DECREASE in day care expenses. You read right, a decrease. His dad likes to COME to his baseball games and take pictures, but he doesn’t want to pay for them. Mister funtime dad. Hooray for him.
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Keep in mind that aside from paying some money toward his son’s care, this man never calls him, has no idea about his school work, his friends, his level of maturity or any other matter of importance. He sees Jake 4 days a month and that’s it. He actually wants to sit in the driveway and honk his horn on visitation days so Jake will just run out and he doesn’t have to get out of the car.
He hired a lawyer to contest the matter. The lawyer cost him more than the child support raise. He said he doesn’t care what it costs him. Apparently he only cares about money when he goes before a judge, then he cries about his other kids. A guy needs money to take his three kids, wife and MOTHER to Disney World or rent a condo in Florida for a week each year. Yeah. I drive a beater and we both wear ten for ten dollar tee shirts and years old jeans so our kids can have what they need, but this guy will pay a lawyer more money to fight paying his son than he’d actually pay his son. Nice.
Oh yeah, did I tell you he told Jake that his mother is stealing his child support checks? Correct. He told Jake they are supposed to be sent to him directly. This forced us to show Jake the court papers and bank statements so he knows exactly what is going on. We never lie to him.
I’m straying from the point. Sorry.
One funny thing the judge said was :”You’re contesting the decrease in child care?” Mister Wonderful wanted our childcare records for the twins. He had some idea that we were rolling their costs into Jakes and milking him for the money, even though this year is- wait for it-waaaait- about forty dollars cheaper per week than last year. Forty bucks. The discount wasn’t enough. So the judge said “Okay, if you’d like, you can divide your bill into thirds and pay that.” Which worked out higher. He opted to pay the current rate. What Mister Wonderful had asked for was to pay nothing for daycare since Jake is twelve. Twelve. First off, a twelve year old has no business taking care of himself. Second off, Jake is twelve going on eight. He’s not ready by a long shot, but only someone that knows their son would understand that. It’s about the money.
The entire thing went like that. Just one illogical problem after another. He’s very hostile in person. Like, nutso hostile. All of this filters down to Jake, which is not right. It eats him up. So I tried to extend the olive branch by telling him that I could only imagine how nasty it must feel to have your paycheck divided up right in front of you, but he’d never been tricked out of a dime, and that it was time that we all just moved on and got along like adults for the sake of his son. As soon as I mentioned money he told me to stop talking. Twice. I told him he’d regret it one day and he said he already did. Clever and insightful.
Then he and his wife attacked Karen. This attack was cleverly disguised as attempting to make peace. They did this by telling her she’s hard to get along with and that their whole family is scared of her. This piece of soothing information was based on Karen’s insistence that Jake is picked up at the door, not by being honked at. Jake’s dad pulled into the driveway once, called on the phone and told Jake to come to the car. Karen called him back and said “You come get your son.” As we all know, people respond best when attacked and cornered. There’s no common ground, either, because honking and other slothful hillbilly behavior is fine with them.
So here’s the upshot. He once again has to pay for his son, he also has to pay reasonable costs for things like school and baseball. He could have avoided the hassle easily, but he’s nuts. He could give a rat’s ass about his kid’s welfare and paying his share to raise his flesh and blood makes him mad.
What a scumbag. He doesn’t even know his own kid. He complained that Jake’s getting tutored during daycare. The discounted, in-home professional nannying he’s receiving. “We’re paying for that and he get’s A’s and B’s in school.” I want to choke him. Literally choke him. A few years ago, the principle of his old school told us that Jake would never be a good student. He more or less called him a retard. We got him to doctors and specialists. He hass ADD. He’s one of the rare kids taking medicine for it that really needs it. We spent countless ours on homework and schoolwork and encouraging and punishing and pulling our hair out getting him to where he is now and this jackass has no idea.
He’s never been screwed out of a dime. Not one ever. He has no idea how bad some ex-wives make life for men. They torture them, they whore around and neglect their kids, they look for any reason to haul them into court and make their lives miserable. He only has to support his son and he’s welcome to be involved in his life but he chooses not to be. Part of me wants to just drag him out into the parking lot and mop it with him. A good old fashioned humiliating ass whipping. The kind where it hurts some, but it’s more humbling than anything. The kind where you get a guy’s attention and show him a thing or two about his place in the universe. But he’s seriously too stupid for that.
And I hate to admit it, but my place in the universe is not much differnent than his in the eyes of God. It’s just that I think he’s an angry toolrod with a stupid stupidface.
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