It’s interesting to hear how many people tell me that I am entitled to money from my ex. He is after all my daughters father and he should bear at least some of the responsibility. I don’t deny that at all but sometimes I wonder if the battle would really be worth it.
Yes, I did recently find out he just dropped a large chunk on his brand new $50,000 Mustang. I knew he was a car guy when I met him. I knew he had 6 cars, lived only in the wealthiest neighborhoods, and enjoyed expensive steaks as well as extremely rare vintage whiskeys. Is that a thing? Whatever type of whiskey it was it was some sort of pricey nonsense. I don’t discredit it because it is and forever will be out of my budget, I just don’t understand pricey things all the time. I used to like expensive purses and sunglasses – I still love Chanel sunglasses, I just can’t justify the cost anymore. I feel like there are more important things in life and my old sunglasses still work just fine.
I believe in living within my means. I don’t want thousands of dollars of debt, it’s why I chose not to follow through on a master’s degree. I had spent so much on a useless bachelors degree how could I responsibly take on another $60,000 in debt without being assured a job any better than the one I have now? I do know people who live in constant debt, and they seem perfectly happy but, it’s not for me. As I sit and think back on it, I wonder now if it was insulting to him that I never acted impressed by his pricey car, his $250,000+ salary, or the fact that the last raise he told me about was more than I make in a year. Was it wrong that I told him that if I ever loved him it would be him and not his money? For all the times he asked me to hook his rich friend up with one of my friends and then reminded me to make sure I choose an attractive friend because, well, let’s face it he makes enough money to have a beautiful woman. I believe my friend Sabrina would deem this #misogyny, she’s much more politically adept with terminology than I am.
It makes me wonder just what AM I entitled to? I know that his money could make her life better. It would put her in a private school, hopefully away from the bullying, violence, and rampages associated with public schools. It would let me take her to Disney at some point on every little girls princess filled fantasy trip. It would mean she could have designer clothes I suppose, rather than home-made ones and hand me downs. Even the crafty fun upcycles I will be making her won’t always be able to compete with what the other girls are wearing. Even though as a hairdresser I can always make sure she has great hair, that won’t be able to make up for the dance lessons and over priced recital outfits I won’t be able to afford to give her.
What about peace? safety? calm? What about never having to worry that he will try to make her life the hokey-pokey dance he tried with me? Isn’t that worth something. There is little worse than a father who shows up in his child’s life only when it is convenient for him. I would hope that having an absentee father he would know better than to put his own child through that. I have recently had the unfortunate pleasure of watching my friend and her son go through a custody battle. Her ex-husband was caught lying about his employment status to avoid paying child support for his special needs son. Having been ordered to start paying every month and pay for all the months he claimed to be unemployed he decided he wanted to fight for custody. I know how hard it is on her but, her son, his son, what he is going through is unreal. He has severe anxiety and depression leading up to any type of interaction with his father. Normally a straight A student with a bit less than average social skills he just bottoms out. What parent really chooses to put their child through that? I mean seriously? How could you do that to the child you claim to love.
And safety, I already know I’ll have to fight aggressively if he decides he wants partial custody so that he can keep his money. Because as he so aptly pointed out previously his lawyer is a hell of a lot better than anyone I could ever afford. It honestly comes down to does our daughter really need his money that badly? Is it worth putting her in a car with a man who has had well over a dozen serious traffic violations that he has simply paid his way out of? Combined with his ptsd, his poorly trained, aggressive tendency dog, and a job that works him 60+ hours a week how safe and supportive of an environment does he truly stand to offer her just so that he can pay less money in child support. It’s at this point that I start to wonder do I really want to go to court, even though I would love to laugh when the judge reads the paternity test I am no longer sure if it’s worth it. The peace of mind knowing that my daughter will never be involved in an accident where her father was driving 120 mph, or never be mauled because he set her down and when she cried it upset his nutso dog seems a hell of a lot more valuable than the cash he might have to pay me every month.
It’s been almost a month since I last spoke to him and I can’t describe the calm I feel. Some nights I do wonder what it would have been like if we had tried to work it out. But mostly I just realize it’s all good, he’s the one missing out. Me? I’m the one looking up cute onsie how-tos, and making the things that will decorate my daughter and her room. … Serenity, it’s what counts now.
Remembering to breathe,
DL