Ten years ago to the day and almost the time I was sitting at a place out in an area of Greenbush approaching all smiles and joy and having a great time. I have a great idea of what caused the happiness and joy that day, and it wasn't the haircut I had gotten earlier in the day. One of the best days of my life for certain. That day should have and maybe could have lasted forever. Choices.
This was, of course, before crooked family courts, before the need to know so much about the laws of this state. This was even before knowing the mother of my children who has so severely used and abused the children as a means to support herself and her welfare lifestyle. An alienator and hostile agressive parent using each opportunity to force reliance on herself in unhealthy codependent bonds. It's so easy to give someone enough rope to hang themselves when they think they can use the system to minimalize children's access to one parent.
Fast forward to present day, and I still know what real happiness and joy is. The lasting impact and spontaneity associated with my memories before and after the bad choice in 1998 of Mommy Dearest has made me appreciate July 2nd of every year, especially when I rejected Mommy Dearest on July 2nd, 2003. Needless to say, I just got my hair cut and carried a great smile.
To the rest of the folks that are stuck out there fighting with alienating combative welfare parents trying to take their paychecks at your children's expense, take a look at your before and after and smile. I'm looking forward to my next ten years with a smile, and know that every July 2nd will be special no matter where I am or who I am with. You have to be able to compartmentalize these stages in your life.
