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Hey Mama,


Just read yet another posting of a single female with child(ren) belittling a single male with whom said child(ren) was conceived. Not only did the female trash him but her mother co-signed (as usual gotta have at least 1 other female as hype person). The female's mother compared being a dad vs. being a father to point out that if said male was more than a sperm donor, he would be there & supportive(financially) [thou she said more, it sums up to those 2 things minus the fancy wording].
My problem with this is 1) why is this on the internet? You, as in child's mom, couldn't phone him, as in child's dad? I mean if you all's parenting issues are that severe they need to be seen instead of heard either write letters or get court documentation aka PUT IT ON PAPER.
2) It is easy for you to be in your child(ren) life. You adjust so that your life & theirs is balanced but do you/did you calculate in his life? Are you trying to meet him halfway when he makes adjustments for his child?
3) A mother does not use her child(ren) as a pawn in the battle that is Mommie & Daddie's relationship. Just because you choose, yes there was a choice, to be the primary and only care-giver of your offspring does NOT make you a mother. A mother would be able to put her broken heart aside because a male doesn't love her & work as a partner with this male to love and raise the seed in which he planted. A mother allows a father to be a father.
A birth certificate names both of you as parents so both of you need to work together to live up to those titles. A father is the relationship between a male & his child not the male & his child's mother.

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