You’d think, being a divorce lawyer for over thirty years, that I would become bored and jaded by human drama—not so! I remain interested. I hope it makes me good at my job.
Anyway, my paralegal/sister and I were in the ATT store today doing some phone switcharooing. The man helping us was a nice, late fortyish man who noticed my business name on the account. He asked, “what kind of law?” I told him.
He had a story.
This guy has an 18-year-old and a 15-year-old from his former marriage and of whom he has custody.
Then, there is the just-turned-six-year-old by his baby-mama. He has a concern about the situation she is living in with her mother (he should be concerned, from his description). We talked about it just a few minutes.
As he walked us to the door, he quipped, “I really messed up. I was 44, and she was 20. I never planned on another baby. I just don’t know what happened.”
Before I knew it, out of my mouth came: “You know you never had any say in that, don’t you? She planned on a baby, and that’s all that counts. Once she planned it, the die was cast.”
He stood looking at me quietly.
He took it like a champ and said, “You speak the truth. I never had a chance. She played me. Yes, we are stupid where sex is concerned.”
There you have it. An admission. It is the truth.
God gave man a brain and a p****s…and only enough blood supply to run one at a time.
It’s just that the kid reaps the consequences.