Father's Day is quickly approaching.
And I'm bummed the fuck out.
I don't think I'll be able to spend it with my boys.
I was supposed to be going down this weekend to visit, but a huge financial hiccup prevented me from doing so. As it stands right now, I can't have a bank account or credit card in my name, or else all the funds get taken because of the child support I'm behind.
Part of me is glad. When I was unemployed, I fell behind, and I feel bad about that. But, at the same time, I need to pay my own expenses here, and I'd like to be able to save up some money to visit my boys.
It's kind of depressing. My ex is trying to decide if she's going to work with me, and tell the agency to stop collecting. If so, I go back to private paying her, and all is well. Until that happens, I'm essentially under her thumb. And she knows it.
This wordless Wednesday is dedicated to my boys. I miss you. I love you. I don't know when I will be able to see you, but I pray it is soon.
|Father's Day 2010. For some reason it was 'inconvenient'|
for me to have the boys all day, so I had to settle
for lunch at TGI Friday's. The ex took pictures...