And on the website, there’s a picture of a young boy and his mother, smiling, running into the ocean, kicking up sand and surf. But if you look a bit closer; just tilt the camera to the left, you ‘ll see that they’re running over the body of the father and kicking up dimes and nickels.
Gliding through the website in happy, happy, glee-like rapture, I found this lovely thread…
When a child is born to unmarried parents, the child has no legal father. Paternity must be established before child support or medical support can be obtained.
Wonderful. Turns out I’m not a father.
Now what kind of a story do I want my child to tell when he’s my age.
“My father left the house when I was two, and because he and my mom were never married, she couldn’t get child support; So technically, he wasn’t my father and more importantly he got out of paying my mom a dime. If I ever see that piece of shit, I’ll punch him in his face.”
“My father left the house when I was two, and because he and my mom were never married, she couldn’t get child support; So technically, he wasn’t my father and didn’t have to give my mom any money. But he filled out the form, they enforced an amount that was more than he could afford and every cent he ever worked for was handed over to my mother, leaving him a bitter, angry, failure.”
Well, at least there’s a good side to all this.