04/28/2026
My baby daddy really thought being unemployed was a legal loophole.
Like the court was gonna look at him and say, “Awwww… since you don’t feel like working, your child can just figure it out.”
He told me, dead serious, “They can’t take money I don’t have.”
And he said it with that little smirk like he cracked the code.
Meanwhile I’m up at 6AM packing lunches, clocking in, clocking out, and still coming home to do bedtime like I’m the whole village.
He was “resting.”
I was raising a whole human.
He was celebrating “peace of mind.”
I was comparing diaper prices like it was the stock market.
Weeks turned into months and he started getting real comfortable.
Posting like he was living his best life.
Calling himself “protected.”
Telling people I’m just “mad” because I want his money.
No sir.
I want you to want your child.
Then the letters started coming.
Not my letters.
His.
First the child support notice.
Then the warning.
Then the “final notice” that never feels final until it’s you.
Then his license got suspended.
Then his tax refund disappeared like it never existed.
Then he showed up to court with that same little attitude, thinking the judge was gonna reward laziness.
The judge didn’t even raise their voice.
They just said one phrase that humbled his whole spirit:
“Voluntary unemployment.”
Translation: You not working is a choice, not a tragedy.
And your child doesn’t have to suffer because you chose pride over responsibility.
I didn’t say a word in that courtroom.
I didn’t need to.
Because the same system he laughed at stood up for our child and basically told him,
“You don’t get to abandon responsibility and call it freedom.”
Now he runs around telling people I’m bitter.
But bitter women don’t build stability.
Bitter women don’t keep routines.
Bitter women don’t turn pain into structure.
I’m not bitter.
I’m better.
Better boundaries, Better mindset.
Better plan, Better future.
And the wildest part?
My child never missed a meal.
Never missed a need.
Never missed love.
But he missed birthdays.
He missed moments.
He missed the little “look what I can do” stages.
He tried to dodge child support…
and ended up dodging fatherhood.
