Tonight has not been a good night. I have had to comfort a sobbing daughter after some lowlife assaulted her. It is doubly sad because of the distance and the inability to simply destroy those that seek to hurt my children.
I want to use this post though to make it absolutely clear that the greatest, and hopefully the only, apology that I will ever owe my children is the ‘choice’ of their mother. I am not a great believer in the mystical determinations of mental illness, I was brought up with the policy of shrugging shit off and getting on with life, but munchausen syndrome by proxy or attention seeking as I prefer to call it is wrong on every level.
As a man I am bound to only offer comfort to my children and aggression to their foes, society frowns upon the latter and taxes the former. The state is not prepared to see muchausen by proxy as a mental illness, especially where the father is earning an income. Far better from the states point of view to leave children with a parent that is not fit to raise wind than to have to fund or assist some alternative. After all fathers are not real parents we are bread winners the worker ants, those who provide whilst others make the decisions. I am deeply saddened and horrified at what I have been compelled to allow my ex-wife to create. If ever there was an argument for sterilisation at birth that* has the winning hand.
I appreciate that this is not the usual lighthearted style of my posts and that you may even doubt why I am posting this after all what does it achieve? Well there my friend is the answer to the male of the species in the godforsaken society that we have created. As a man I have no say in my children’s welfare, health or well-being but I am expected to fund it by whatever means that I can find. In my case I am funding a failed social experiment with a half wit, incapable monster and the two most precious people in my world all because I have a penis.
I know that it may be before the watershed but let’s be clear that is the difference and the punishment for having ones genitals on the outside far outweighs any pleasure that can be derived from the arrangement I can assure you. There will be no adult conversation over what has happened because there is far more kudos to be gained by emotional outbursts and quasi aggressive social media posts. The truth, of course, is that I will comfort as best as I can, await the outcome of the stupidity that I was once married to and curse myself at every stage.
Dad: it’s not a status its a word 😦
*That was not a typo