Hate is a strong word. But I hate when I hear a grown man say “she won’t let me see my kid(s)”. You can’t be serious. You just can’t be. This is, by far, the biggest copout I’ve heard in 35+ years of living. Fellas, if you don’t see your kid, that’s your fault. Yeah, I know some women are bitter about the breakup and use the child as a pawn. But the overwhelming majority of the time, you don’t see them because it’s not convenient for you. Now, I’m not a parent, but convenience is never a word that comes to mind when I think about how my mother raised my brother and I. I generally think of words like sacrifice and hard work. If you live in the same city as your child, there’s absolutely no reason you can’t see them at least weekly. Go by the school and have lunch with them. Take your sorry butt to basketball or gymnastics practice. I know a lot of great fathers. And come holy hell or high water, they’re going to see their child(ren). I don’t want to hear you complain about how difficult she makes it. I see you had no problem going to Atlanta last weekend and visiting the nightclub and shake junt. But yet you wanna tell me how she’s making it impossible for you to spend time with your seed(s). Give me a break, you coward. Listen; difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week. So you need to get your Tommy Cruise on and make your mission possible. While you’re out here making excuses, your child is suffering from your selfishness and immaturity. And I’m losing respect for you.
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