F.O.B. was here for the birth (sort of) and is here again nearly 4 months later. Nothing in between. It’s a fly by visit – he’s here for a whopping 2 whole days. He might come back for a few days in July, if he can fit us into his busy schedule. Then again he might not.
Before Baby (B.B.) I might not have cared. After Baby (A.B.) I have mixed feelings. I sort of care, and I sort of don’t. I’m confused. Part of me is angry and outraged that he doesn’t want to spend more time with his son. What kind of a father is he? I mean, he hasn’t even signed the birth certificate yet. Part of me is angry that he even bothers to show up here at all. He hasn’t declared paternity, therefore he hasn’t acknowledged our son, therefore he doesn’t get the right to even talk to my son, never mind visit him and hold him.
I don’t know how he has the nerve to show up here on the Saturday, completely disrupt our life, “ooh” and “aahh” over his beautiful baby boy, and then leave on the Sunday. And we are still no nearer to signing any legal child support agreement. It’s enough to make me pull my hair out and scream blue blooded murder of the english tongue.
