I am not supposed to be for the death penalty, but when someone violates a child or baby sexually, I wish that it was morally licit, to have a death penalty, in the Catholic Church. I am not the Pope. This is only my opinion, and it is probably not his opinion. I say that by way of disclaimer.
Fifteen dollars, per child, per week was not “child support.” It was a joke!
When you cheat your own children, they eventually will not look upon you, as their inspiration. They will look a little higher, to their Heavenly Father, for their model of Holy Fatherhood. Not you.
They are grown men, now. I took them to daily Mass and ate dinner every night with their ever present Heavenly Father. You, ex-husband were missing in action, chasing your whims, to where ever they took you. Any moment you may think you were a good father, to them, you have to admit, you were not.
I taught them, how to be a parent, to their kids. Not you. You disabled your family. Them as well as me. I got them through the night-terrors, of seeing you on a date, with your girlfriend’s 5 kids. I got them through the “encopresis” that occurred after you and I hurt them, by the fighting. But, I repented of it. Did you? You say there is no God. I beg to differ.
God is in that little child, who sees the father disregard the mother and them. You see those kids, you see God’s image and likeness, in them.
So I will pray an “Our Father” for you today, to get through the bitterness of a deferred life. I may be last here, on earth. But, when I get to heaven, you will be last, forever and we will be first. In a very real sense, you will be eating “our dust!” So, I hope you have a Holy Father’s Day, not necessarily a Happy Father’s Day.
As it turns out, you ran from responsibilities, not me. You were the Run Away Bridegroom and Runaway Dad.
“Runaway Dads” should be stigmatized by society. They would think twice, before running out on a wife who loved you and kids who adored you. You bought the lie, that you could dabble in pornography, without ruining yourself and your family. You were wrong.
Here’s a great article from a man’s perspective, about the social trend of “Runaway Dads” … Runaway Dads should be shamed” ~ David Cameron
Maybe, had my ex held his own babies, he would have bonded with them. He only held his firstborn. He must have had some mental fear of being nurturing. I have yet, to figure him out. Why he did what he did is still a mystery, to me. It was social insanity.
I just pray for him and our kids and grand kids. And, no I wasn’t overly religious, or a prude. I never criticized him. He was abusive. I walked on pins and needles around him. I did go to Sunday Mass, Holy Day Mass and Confession. But, I didn’t pray but only two rosaries, when I was married. I tried. So it wasn’t me.
I give this wound up to God, to debride. Figuring out what makes no sense is pointless. God has always made me feel loved despite not feeling loved by others. God got me and my sons through a lot. But, I do pray for my ex. Because I made a promise at age 18, to love him, forever. And, I intend to keep that promise.
Obama can act, but not that good. Takes an ethical character to immolate another man’s virtues. Obama will never be John Wayne. Mr. Wayne was a class act. Obama is not. And, never will be, until he repents of his fatalistic plans for the United States. He should be tried for treason and sedition along, with his posse!
Obama has to want to change his spots. Leopards cannot do that without God’s grace.
How is it, that I used to be the “Tic Tac Toe” champion of my family, and now I really lose more often than not!
Getting old is highly over rated. I thought “older and wiser” was the maxim, I was convinced of as a child. Nope! Older and stupider is more like it.
Being beaten at Tic, Tac, Toe is proof, that I – who once thrived on competition and excelled at everything I ever did, am loosing it!
Thanks God. It was even, the easier level of that game, that I lost to. God, You must be thoroughly enjoying this, because I sure am not!
Humility, humility, humility! It’s a hat, I don’t wear well. The games I did win, were purely a surprise to me, how I got there.
Thanks ex-husband, for scrambling my brain. May you repent before you die! (Yesterday, was 40 years, since I said “I do.” Had I known now, what I should have known, then, I would have run like the Runaway Bride, to the nearest exit. Our kids needed a Dad, not a Playboy! I sure hope you grow up and get real before you die.)