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I am a Deadbeat Dad. It doesn't matter that I didn't tear the marriage apart. It DOES matter that I have a sexual organ that shoots sperm instead of eggs. You can be irresponsible, a liar, smuggle booze into concerts.
But the person who wrongly, stupidly, is married to such a person pays even though he has no full-time job because, of all things, a stroke that only almost killed him before he had turned 55.
What the heck. He is just a deadbeat Dad, right? It is his fault. He is the convenient fall guy. Never mind all those weekends -- they count for zip.
Thankfully, I have found a REAL person -- one who doesn't pretend and conceal and one who is 10 times the person his ex wife is. But she's got me by the balls. My ex wife that is.
She is using Canada's archaic support laws to make my life miserable and to make my new life hard to get started. But me and my new wife will eventually get past this and survive it.
I will even survive the alienation of my kids, who are sticking by her because that's what kids do. Iam an easy target, and now my ex, who is responsible for our marriage breakup in the first place, is laughing all the way.
Such is life. I seem like the bad guy. But I am not.
