Dead beat Mother F%*king "dad's"

Dead beat Mother f%*king "dad's" 

Warning, this is a sensitive topic, not for those who are weak, foo-foo's who can't handle an opinion. This is MY OWN personal opinion on this topic and of those who've given me permission to speak about their experiences. ALL names are fake names. No one involved has their actual name published here however, the topic is real as are the experiences mentioned. If you can't handle this, move along to a blog that is for the weak of heart. I don't sugar coat shit and use a lot of profanity when I speak and write. I don't lie and give you 100% brutal truth. If this is what you can handle, read on. 

Okay, as I said above, this is a sensitive topic and I know many have their own opinion on this and YES, I AM AWARE WOMEN CAN BE DEAD BEATS TOO!! I have no experience with that so, I am talking about dead beat dad's or DBD's. I know many have their own experiences in this topic as well and I highly encourage you to post your own experiences and opinions in the comment section below. 

My first experience with a DBD was with my daughter 'Jody's' father, 'Rick'. (remember all names are made up for this post). Rick decided when I was 6 months pregnant I should get an abortion. I was NOT going to do that. He didn't want me to have the baby because he wasn't "ready." SORRY SHIT DICK, SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE I WAS 6 MONTHS PREGNANT and had a CONVERSATION with ME, instead of DEMANDING. He was such a super douche about this that he had his best friend try to take me to an abortion clinic while he was away with St. John Ambulance in another city!! What a fucking LOSER!!! Instead, his best friend and I went to a movie, had some food and I went shopping and MOVED THE FUCK OUT of the apartment we shared. 

I moved in with my Father for a bit, paid him rent for me to stay there and bought my own food and such. Rick decided it was a "good idea" to act like a super douche about this whole thing. He wasn't taking care of the cats that were left at the apartment with him or his 2 dogs I had bought him. He was being a lazy cock, so self involved with going to Tim Horton's with his friends all the time and being overly involved with St. John Ambulance. It was very pathetic. 

We bought a car together, my mom (may she rest in peace), helped pay for it. When I moved out, he thought the car would be all his... JOKES ON YOU ASS HOLE!!! I went to Tim Horton's one night when he was there with his friends, went in the car and took all MY shit out of it. Including the seat covers, floor mats, etc... and the registration and insurance... which was MINE!!! He had to go get his own because, I called the next morning and cancelled it all. He wasn't able to drive until he got his own, which wasn't very soon. 

I decided that since he had zero interest in the baby, the pregnancy, that I'd move back to Alberta (I was in Ontario at the time). I'd go stay with my mom until I found my own place and get the fuck away from his ass. I told him I was leaving and that I'd be at a certain bus station at a certain time and if he gave an ounce of a shit he'd at the least come and say good bye. He never showed up. He literally broke my heart into a billion pieces. 

I got on that bus, tears filling my eyes, heart broken, hurting and headed to Alberta. It was a 2 1/2 day drive on the bus. Very long when you're 9 months pregnant. The bus drivers kept asking if I was okay or needed anything, I'd always say "No, I'm fine, thank you." And I was for the most part. I was heart broken and sad beyond belief but, I was fine. An elderly woman kept offering me food. It was really sweet and funny. I'd take some to be polite but refuse some as well. I wasn't overly hungry, I was sad, uncomfortable and a bit stressed. I wasn't sleeping because the seats are very uncomfortable when you're the size of a small whale. 

I finally arrived in Alberta, saw my mom standing there, got off the bus, gave her a hug and cried. She had a room all set up for me at her acreage she lived about 15 minutes outside Vulcan on an acreage. She had 23 acres of land and a bunch of cats and dogs. It was peaceful and relaxing there. A bit lonely too at times. I went out right away looking for my own place in town and for things for my house. I had to completely start over with my soon to be baby and I. I had literally nothing but the clothes I brought on the bus. I was prepared to start over, heal my heart and be a new mom. It was a new chapter in my life and I was ready to start it. 

I went into labour when my mom was at work, I called her and told her what was going on, she was so excited! She came home and drove me to the Vulcan hospital. It was not a very nice day to be driving, it was new years eve, middle of a winter storm, a bad one too. 

I was in 36 hours of intense labour because my daughter was stuck on my pelvis. The hospital almost had to call STARS Helicopter to fly me to the closest city hospital if I wasn't able to birth my daughter on my own. I managed to birth her and was in so much pain after. She was the new years baby born January 1st 1999 at 12:13pm. She was 9lbs 1oz. Big ass baby! I was so glad to have birthing over with. The local news paper put my daughter and I on the front page and gave us a baby bathtub full of gifts. It was pretty cool. I called Rick to tell him that I had our baby, about the birth and her, he was not in the least interested. He pretty much blew me off. He spoke about his fun night partying for New years eve. Didn't ask a single question about his new daughter, didn't react when I tried to tell him about her, nothing. So, I didn't bother to call him for quite a while. 

I moved into my own place when my daughter was a month old, into a cute apartment in a 4 plex in Vulcan. It was nice to have my own space again and to live in town, not have to drive 15 minutes there and back just to get milk or whatever. 

I would email Rick updates on his daughter and get no response. I'd send him cards and such for holiday's and birthdays and such, get nothing in return. Then when my daughter was 5 years old, he finally sent a letter, it was a bullshit letter. Didn't say much of anything that was of any importance. 

He never sent his daughter a card, a letter, a gift, money, nothing. It was utterly pathetic. 

I should have known better because, he had a daughter previous to me and did fuck all for her as well. The chick he had that baby with, moved as far away from him as she could and kept him out of their daughter's life because she was also sick of his bullshit. Then he had another kid after the one he and I had and she moved her kid and herself away because of his bullshit. She moved 2000 miles away! 

The guy needs to learn to keep his dick in his pants. He has all these kids he doesn't care for, doesn't spend time with and doesn't pay for. 

I moved back to Ontario in 2004, gave Rick the chance to meet his daughter. He met her and said now that I lived close to him he'd pay support, take her on day's agreed to and spend time with her. That lasted a whole fucking two weeks. So, I took his ass to court and got child support. A whole $208 a month. WTF?!?! He cried to the judge he couldn't afford any more than that. So, he had to turn in his income tax forms monthly to prove that's all he could afford. Well, the fucking douche was driving a brand new Chevy truck and put it in his brothers name. He was working 3 jobs and getting paid under the table for two so he didn't have to pay higher child support. He'd promise to see his daughter on certain days and make excuses as to why he didn't show up, or just not bother to show up or call at all until days later. He sent my daughter into a bad depression. So, I took his ass to court again and got his visitations removed. The ass hole lived 20 minutes away and saw her ONCE A FUCKING YEAR!!! How pathetic is that? And I never made it difficult for him to spend time with her, I was more than willing for him to have a relationship with his child; that's all I wanted. But, when he put her into a depression, it affected her in school and every day life, I had to end it. For her own well being and mental health. Because of him, she went to counselling and tried anti-depressant medication. He was a total dirt bag to her. 

Karma came around and kicked him in the ass however. He ended up with mouth and throat cancer. He had to get surgery that left him looking like Frankenstein. He was a good looking guy before surgery, but completely different after. I guess he should have been a more decent person. 

My daughter ended up meeting her own DBD's when she had her kids. She had a daughter with a guy I'll call Pat. She'd known him for many years, we were neighbours for 6 years in Ontario. They dated for a bit before we moved back to Alberta in 2015. Pat decided to also move to Alberta, try a fresh start at life. He got her pregnant and seemed like he'd be a good dad. What a fucking joke that was! He was more interested in his fucking video games and phone than he was in his child. He'd ignore his daughter and watch Youtube or text people or play video games. It was fucking sickening. 

Throughout my daughter's pregnancy with their baby, he did not buy their baby one single thing. My daughter and I bought literally everything. I was pissed. Why the fuck was I paying for shit? Not my kid. By now I had my own 4 kids. (Besides my daughter, I had 3 son's). I shouldn't have had to buy my soon to be grandchild anything unless I wanted to. But he wouldn't step the fuck up so I had to. Douche. 

He'd smoke all the pot in the world, get drunk and just ignore everything else that meant anything important. He was living off welfare and just being a dick. So, she kicked his ass to the curb. He moved to Lethbridge, an hour away. Got a job there and was supposed to pay support and most of the time made excuses not to. He'd waste the money on weed, alcohol and bullshit for himself. He met some bitch at work and was constantly getting drunk with her stupid ass. They were drunk one night and dove around Lethbridge, hit a fucking sign, fucked up her car and drove it back to her house. He thought it was funny. Dumb bitch should have made his ass pay for the damages. 

He would rent rooms from people and not pay for the rooms and make excuses why he wasn't able to, get kicked out and do it over and over again to new people. 

Eventually he ended up back in Ontario. He didn't even tell my daughter he left, she found out from the dumb bitch he used to get drunk with, she got a hold of my daughter looking for him because he owed her ass money! Who did he NOT owe money to?!?! He didn't say good bye to his daughter or nothing, Pathetic piece of shit. 

So, my daughter wrote his ass off. She has him blocked on all her social media. He would message her calling her a slut, bitch and be super abusive to her. She doesn't ask for support, she just wanted him completely out of her life and now he is. 

He is the definition of DBD. Just like Rick. 

Then she had another baby with the guy Lance I spoke about in a previous blog. The guy I said his own family and friends would spread the rumour about Jody, not knowing who her baby daddy was. Which was a complete lie. Well, he's another half ass DBD. He flipped out when he found out she was pregnant, told her to get an abortion or adopt the baby out. He wouldn't decide if he wanted the baby or not, or if he wanted to be involved. He didn't buy the baby fuck all while she was pregnant and when she went into labour 2 months early, that's when he stepped up a SMALL AMOUNT. He really didn't have a choice though. She had to stay at his place for almost 2 months while their baby was in the hospital in Calgary, over an hour away. I had her daughter. It was super stressful. He would let her stay there, take her and him to the hospital daily but she paid her own way. She paid his ass rent, bought food and paid for some of the gas. Like come the fuck on. I thought that was fucking ignorant. 

Then when she came home with the baby Halloween, she wanted to go out for the a few hours, I would babysit, no problem. They went out and Lance had an attitude the whole time with her and came back to my house with an attitude. He went home to Calgary, baby and my daughter stayed here where we live at their place and he fucked off for a long time, I think it was 2 months or so. He saw them I think early December. Then they got in an argument because of his lack of seeing the baby, so away home to Calgary he went yet again to hide from any and all responsibilities. He was gone until late January. She told his ass he keeps this up, the baby won't have a fucking clue that he's the dad. 

He doesn't have a job, so that doesn't hold his ass back. He doesn't pay child support, he doesn't have large bills. The thing that keeps his ass back is HIMSELF. He doesn't want to be here. Just like he doesn't want to be a mature ass adult and get a fucking job. He thinks it's cool and okay to ride BMX bikes at 25 years old, play video games, smoke all the weed in the world and sleep most of the day and NOT work; live off welfare. Yeah, you're a fucking cool, awesome guy. Wasting away, daily. DICK HEAD. 

Why does my daughter have to care for two kids on her own at 21 years old, babies ages almost 3 years old and baby 4 months old. Why does she have to do it 24/7 on her own when both of these losers are fully functional and capable of being mature men and stepping the fuck up, paying for their kids, taking care of their kids and being a fucking adult? It's too fucking hard is why and these fucking DOUCHE HATS get away with it. NO ONE makes them do fuck all. NO ONE makes them pay. They get away with being FUCKTARDS and LAZY MOTHER FUCKING DOUCHE NUT MAN CHILDREN!!! 

Nothing, NOTHING, pisses me off more. Then, my daughter lets Lance still come around and see the baby!! That BLOWS my fucking MIND!! I wouldn't. No fucking way. I'd tell his ass to get to the fucking curb like the trash he is and fuck off. Why? Because he's hurting her and the baby. Maybe not physically but emotionally and mentally he his. He gets to have his fucking cake and eat it too. He can be a lazy fuck, play his video games, get high as fuck, ride his stupid ass BMX and fuck around and still see his baby when he "FEELS" it's good for him to see his baby. 

All his fucking friends think he's such a good guy and that his baby is soooo cute... they have no fucking clue what a fuck wit he his. His mom will post the baby yet doesn't say that they hardly see or take the baby or that her son is a lazy cock and doesn't buy the baby fuck all or pay for him. Pisses me off how fucking FAKE they are!! My daughter will ask Lance's mom if she wants to take her grandson for the night or a few hours and at first she was more than willing to take him but now, she has an excuse as to why she "can't" take him. I told my daughter to tell her to fuck off next time she asks for him. Being family to a child is not part fucking time when you feel like it, in between getting shit faced at the bars and when you decide you're "willing" to be family to the child. GROW UP!! 

All these DBD's and dead beat family members piss me off. If you're going to make a child, step the fuck up and be a fucking father. If you're family to a child, don't brush them off, make time and fucking act like you're family. Put out the fucking joints, put down the fucking alcohol and be MATURE. FUCK, what's so fucking hard to understand??? 

Remember, what comes around goes around. You're grand-kids and kids are going to soon be old enough to understand your ignorance and will pay you back by not wanting to be around your pathetic asses when you've decided you want them in your life. It won't happen. Karma is a fucking bitch and she'll come around back to you one day... HARD!!! 

I just sit back and WAIT to see this. I'll be having a coffee, smoke and laughing once it does happen. 

And and FYI to the douche hat mother fuckers thinking fathers day is for them... You're NOT included. My daughter gets TWO Mother's days thanks to you because she FUCKING DESERVES IT! You don't deserve fuck all. You don't put in the work, you don't get the holiday or the fucking title as "father."