It’s amazing how one word can completely alter your mood. One little word written out can bring one to tears.
I received a letter from my lawyer the other day. I expected it, it was a copy of our child support case. In it, it describes the outcome. Expected. What I didn’t expect was a page thrown in that HJ’s father had written. All it had was his signature, but right above that , “relationship to child:”. He had written in “Father”.
I glared at that piece of paper. I have seen his name and “father” written numerous times, but to see it in his own writing was different. It was like he actually had to acknowledge, for a split second, that he had a son. It made me mad that he had the audacity to even suggest he was a father, even though he didn’t really have a choice.
It’s amazing that some people can earn such titles with no effort. He does nothing, yet gets to claim the thing I am most proud of as him own. And then, he doesn’t even realize the amazing experience he has given up.
While yes, he might get to claim to be his father on a piece of paper, he will never actually be his father.