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I am not a Deadbeat. In fact, while I was not a great husband, I was an excellent father. I put my kids to bed every night. I coached their team sports. I went to school functions and parent/teacher conferences. It wasn’t their fault our marriage fell apart. In fact, they were the glue that held us together for the past 6 years.
My two kids are my life. Now, I only get to see them when “she” lets me. I realize that I ended the marriage, but such venom and hate. When I do see the kids, they tell me how much they hate me and that they wished they never had to see me. I know where they are learning that, but “she” just denies saying anything bad, and I have no recourse.
I was fair in the divorce. I paid off the house, I pay for the private school education, I give more than the state mandated child support and I pay on time. I pay for health insurance, 100% of uninsured medical expenses and all activities. I pay for so much, that I now live in a very small two bedroom apartment. There is barely enough room for my children when they do visit, which isn’t often.
I admit I did not fight in court for custody. I figured I wouldn’t get it and didn’t want to upset the children any more than they were already upset. I should have fought. I bent over backwards to be the nice guy and not the devil. It was a mistake.