Do you know that schools and other “mandated reporters” are required by law to report when a parent or guardian has failed to pick up their children, or otherwise abused them? Are you aware that your dad has never been reported for abandoning you or not picking you up? School staff, police, and many others are what are called “mandated reporters” who are legally bound to report such things. And there are no records of me behaving thus. None. I know what’s called for as I was a “mandated reporter” too. There was one time in second grade when I was 20 minutes late due to witnessing an accident on McKee. The teacher (who I won’t mention here) was cool and understanding. Bear in mind that for the year and a half surrounding this “incident” I was the only parent who took and picked you up (verified). Bear in mind, too, that I picked you up considerably more than mom in ensuing years. Why? Because I was the one somehow charged with taking and picking you up when sick, when you had to go to appointments, when I was coaching you, when mom called and said she had a meeting, appointment, work party, blah, blah and PLEEEZE take them dad! I couldn’t keep working at a local junior college because I prioritized your care over any semblance of a career. I never failed to get you where you needed to be and such. Verified by the documented evidence. Yet, I emphasize, I did it because I cared and love. Even though mom has a job where she’d get paid if she spent the day at the beauty salon let alone when you might need her. Yep! Wait! There was October 25, 2011 when I couldn’t and I called mom’s cell, her home, the school (where mom happens to work) to let them know. Yep! Oh, and there were the times when mom failed, including failures to honor long-standing court orders. Such as Father’s Day 2011. I was supposed to have them from Saturday at 3PM until the following Monday morn. I called around noon Sat. Called again. Again, again. Over days. Worried sick!!!! Thinking “Are you even alive?!” I felt tortured and afraid. And mom and you eventually appeared on my porch and, according to my neighbor mom openly blamed me and was “disparaging” me for HER screw-up. She said I was “playing the victim” and so on. In other words, her mistake is mine. That too, by the way, is a violation of court orders and incredibly twisted. And, I never forgot or blew-off Mom’s Day or such. Never. Quite the opposite, I would build “her days” up and would often buy something for you, no matter how nominal, to give her. “Why don’t you draw her a card too?!” And I would accommodate, consistently, when mom was late, pled to do whatever, and so forth. More to say, all documented by school attendance records lined up with doctor’s records, dad’s datebooks, pharmacy receipts and such. Yep. And this just is a small correction to considerable nonsense. So if you’re thinking this junk kids, well, that’s abusing the truth. Early on mom would get on me for being “too” caring and attentive with you. She’s say I was “usurping her role.” “What?!” Well, first, it came naturally. Her family, friends, and such were astonished that she couldn’t embrace my behavior and that she would characterize it as a threat. “My God Sam. Don’t you realize what you and your kids have?” Instead, she places me under siege. Crazy. Just crazy. This seems to be just one slice of how severely distorted parts of your history have become and removed from any factual record. Perhaps that’s just me, yet this seems extremely abusive and has felt that way for years. For years. Anyway, think about it. Love, dad.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 19:36:43 +0000
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