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Peter Gozintite
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My dad was a pos. Glad he never got a chance to ruin me. When he died, I got a call, "your dad died." Could not feel anything. Like someone told me a perfect stranger died. My son was 6months old. It hit me. My son will never say "meh" when I die.Hit me right in the feels. I once went to pick my kids up at 6pm on Friday for my weekend like the divorce papers said. Once again, she had just left with them for the umpteenth time. I was pissed so I took my divorce papers to the sheriff and asked him to find my kids and ex-wife so I could have them for my weekend. His response, "You'll have to get a court order before I can do anything." I waved my divorce papers in his face and yelled in despair, "THIS IS A FUCKING COURT ORDER!". I missed a lot of time with my kids because that was the day I realized that there was nothing I could do. Today I am proud of the fact that, although it took me many years, my kids who are now grown and married, and have their own lives.......they are both more comfortable with me than they are with their drug addict Mom in every way. It was a number of painful years, but I stuck to my guns and continued to be the biggest part of their life that I could be. Never giving up was my vindication.
It's a damn shame that this is how it works.
I do my best to not judge people. The one thing I can NOT abide, is being a shit parent. If you love your kids, try your best, and your kids feel loved, I will accept a whole lot of other shit about a person. If you're a shit parent, I have absolutely no time/love/compassion for you.












