But I am also tired. I am an older man and have witnessed this silent, ignored tragedy for far too long. I am sick and tired of the heartbreak of daily emails from broke, abused, powerless people pleading for any kind of help they can get against a system that has lost all sense of justice and every last bit of justification for its own existence.
The program wouldn’t use the illustrations of girls hitting boys with the justification, “Men are physically stronger than women.” Uh, not when they’re 5-years old and, by the way, physical size doesn’t matter as it pertains to domestic violence.
I could tell by the way these kids responded to me that every one of them was a damn fine kid just bleeding for some attention, and specifically from a father.
I deferred to chivalry a few months ago. I was wrong. I am correcting it here. No biggie.
To raise children sexlessly is to separate them from their sex needlessly and pointlessly.
The Battle of the Ex’s We have come to hear an awful lot about fathers who don’t support their children. Some won’t, some can’t, but the father’s ability to pay doesn’t matter much. What matters is whether or not he pays. We even have a rather cute name for this obnoxious animal, “deadbeat dad.” There …
Like many young men, my son trusted a girl he was seeing; when she told him she was on birth control. Little did he know, girls don’t always tell the truth. Nine months later a baby was born. He knows he has nothing to offer a child, a child my son did not want, a child he did not agree to have, and a child he was tricked into conceiving.
I get email from readers in trouble on a fairly regular basis. Most of the time it is men looking for a divorce lawyer or those trying to defend themselves from a false accusation. I seldom have a place to send them for any relief. Upon occasion I get someone’s “whole” story. Many of them …
It was February, and I drove through Athens into the heart of east Texas with a chilled wind blowing dead leaves and debris across the highway. The sky, dark and moody, mimicked an ancient turmoil in my heart. “Just talk to him,” Jim had said. “There is much you have to say and you won’t …