After the night when I wake up
I’ll see what tomorrow brings
It always seems that the shittiest people pick the most inopportune times to enter your life. But let me digress. It has been a while since I’ve written. Before, this was a great outlet for me when things were bothering me, overwhelming, or just weighing on my mind. I guess what happened just floored me so bad that I really didn’t think I could say anything constructive about it.
My wife had a miscarriage. On my birthday. It was the scariest, most awful thing I have ever been witness to. We are both crushed. It was after the first trimester so things had really started to set in. I had just told my daughter the previous weekend. I don’t think she will really understand what happened.
Fast forward to yesterday. 27 days after we lost our baby. I get a letter in the mail from the department of revenue. My piece of shit ex is having them look into my earnings to not only get more money, but she is also trying to get me to pay for a bunch of past due doctors bills. The letter states that I have an obligation to provide assistance and care for my child, like I am some sort of dead beat that doesn’t already do that and more. I have health insurance that covers my child. So there are bills piling up that could have been avoided had this bitch ever bothered to communicate with me and get the current policy number. Not once, never called, never said “hey I am doing this”, nothing. Just some ridiculous letter from the state. I have a job. Two jobs. She has zero. The fact that this letter was even allowed to be sent out speaks to how broken this system is. If you don’t work and had two more kids with someone else who doesn’t make enough money, get on welfare. My money should go to providing for my daughter. Once again, some piece of shit person just thinking they are entitled to coming into my life and trying to wreck it. I work hard. I care for and protect my wife and child. I don’t bother anyone else. But enough is enough. I WANT to do SOMETHING back to these people. No more of this. It has been six years since I have wasted a breath saying anything letting her know what I REALLY think about her and this bullshit situation. Other peoples decision to be awful aren’t going to bring me to my knees, that will be the position they find themselves in when they beg the skies to stop raining down punishment.
