Let’s Talk About It: Child Support

Becoming a mom nowadays is becoming a career. Get pregnant have a baby by a millionaire get 50k a month and more. If the shoe was on the other foot men wouldn’t get nearly as much.

I feel like it’s sexist. At times. Even though it’s supposed to be a percentage of the parent’s income. After doing some research I found that most men who try to get child support from the mother don’t get nearly as much and is bashed by the world for even trying.

I feel like child support should be on a card and can only be spent on children things such as toys, food, pampers, health issues, private school. Because there’s no reason Child support should be over 2k a month unless the child has private school or health issues.

It shouldn’t be allowed for the mom to pay her bills with it. If she can’t even pay bills then the kid should be with the parent that can actually afford the kid. She shouldn’t be able to buy a bag or a car.

I simply feel like it’s a scam. Some women get 50k a month and say it’s not enough when the kid is an infant. Baby food is usually 1 to 2 dollars. For a month it may be around 60 to 70 dollars. Baby clothes are around 60 dollars for a month. Pampers can range to 60 to 80 over the course of one month. Where is the rest of it being spent on? I’m lost. Not a parent but from observation this type of thing make me want a vasectomy for real. Most of the fathers barely can be a father before they’re deemed as not a good father. How do you even know yet?

I feel like you should only be able to get on it after 5 years of being incapable of being there for the kid. And it has to come with receipts as in witnesses. You can’t tell if someone’s not fit if the kid has barely taken its first step. How?

That’s just my opinion. I know making this post and talking about money and not the child is wrong. But isn’t that all the moms think about when they get 50 thousand a month but still find a way to say it’s not enough for a infant.

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Best Advice

All advice is not good advice for starters. So with that being said, take this how you like. The best advice I received was from my momma. I believe doing a hard time of depression. If I remember correctly it went something like this.

“You have to do it yourself. Nobody in this world is going to do everything for you. If you want to achieve something then you have to do it yourself.”

Yeah, that hit hard a little. I wouldn’t say I had it made all my life but I was a little spoiled. So right now it’s about getting out that habit and doing it myself. Working hard for what I want.

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Breakdown (Spoken Word)

This week I had a little bit of a breakdown and of course, I wrote a poem. It’s therapeutic when I’m down. Here’s what I wrote. I also made a video reciting this, Link Here https://youtu.be/k52je4nWdac

Breakdown:

I can’t control when this depression comes

But I can tell you how it make me feel

It be having me want to grab a gun and kill the man in the mirror

I feel so fucked up to the point I got my momma looking at me in terror

I wish I could say I can beat the voices inside of my head

But every time we come face to face I get put to bed

As the tears roll down my face

I just need space

Is the only thing I say

It’s easy for you to look in and say i need this and that but you don’t feel this pain

You don’t know my demons

I wish I had a better reason

For why I no I can’t say that

I’m just trying to escape

After eight years it just feels like I’m running in one big circle

I just wanna say pops why wasn’t my dreams enough

I didn’t ask God to be this big

I just feel so sick

No I just feel like shit

Because I wasn’t enough of a son to live up to your dreams

A big waste of space is the shit I heard daily

I feel like a failure

The past got me in a chokehold

I wish I could say I won’t fold

But I don’t know any more

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