The Budget of Paradox

Sophia, you were 6 years and 2 months old when I last saw you. That was the day the judge ordered me to pay so much money, I had no choice but to go work overseas where my skills are worth more.

Money is all they care about. “They”. The retarded lawyers and corrupt judges.

Hear me out. I was thinking today. Suppose you knew a 6-year old girl who loved both of her parents. One day, her father is abruptly pulled out of her life and she never sees him again. If the father had been killed in an accident, or killed at work, everyone would have sympathy for the little girl. It would be heartbreaking to imagine such an event. No one would want the job of explaining to her that she’s never going to see him again.

If I had been killed in Afghanistan, or in some car accident, people (even “they”) would have sympathy for all of us. Your mom would dress you and your sister up in nice clothes and take you to the cemetery. You’d get the chance to put one of your toys in daddy’s “bye-bye box”. You would have a chance to grieve and hopefully find closure.

Daddy in his Bye-Bye Box with some of your toys

But when some idiot “family court” judge separates us (a man who, by the way, doesn’t know anything about your family or care anything about you) decides the same fate for us, no one cares.

In many ways, I’m already in the Bye-Bye Box.

But I’m still alive. And so are you. Someday, I hope you can see how fucking sick and cruel the system can be. All of this over some money.

I love you so very much. I’m not dead. I’m really here, on Earth, still sucking down oxygen.

You didn’t deserve what happened to you. Kids need two parents.