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Saturday, May 21, 2011

Exerpts from "Diary of a single father" Part 1

I had 2 kids from a long ago marriage, these children were the pride of my life, but the state and its social programs, lead by the local shelter put them in housing with their mother. In turn they went from good kids, to been raised in the middle of drugs and prostitution. When I tried to get them back, they simply said I was an angry father who was mad because the mother had custody. I tried so hard to get them away from this type of life, to no avail, everywhere I went and everything i tried, it was always the same, good parents have no rights, bad ones are protected. I went through years of sadness, feeling that I was failing them. They grew up and now they know the truth, but all those missed years, of laughter and giggles as children are gone, visiting was hard because of the surroundings, drugs, alcohol, and other, kept me from enjoying what is to a parent, the greatest time of their lives.

So I got into another relationship, which ended up been just as bad, if not worse. If there is one gift that I can securely admit to it is the choice in women, I seem to attract those who are just no good for me. But that is life, I never complained then, not going to do it now.
So we had a child together, a beautiful baby girl. Born addicted to hard drugs. Again, as a parent I had failed, I tried to prevent the mother doing drugs, even suffered two broken ribs and a ruptured spleen, when I got strucked with a blunt object. In pain, I lasted two weeks, eventually collapsing and ending up at the civic hospital for 2 months. It was so bad, they even put me in ICU for a few days, not knowing if I was going to make it, bad infections....That was the reason the child was born addicted, I was not there.
She was taken at birth by the state, given back to the mother, taken again, given back and taken for the last time. All this time, the state was telling the mother, the father was the problem. Parents are divided and conquered if you will, not by the programs, but by those who run them, the unscrupulous behavior of these people, not only put a baby in danger but decided the male parent was the one they did not like...If they would of looked, investigated, none of this would of happened.
By that time I had figures it would be better for me to go away, with an eye on things from a distance. After all, the state and it's programs like c.a.s. and drug rehabs, surely would make thinks right.
So I went to Alberta, Banff and Canmore, in the middle of the Rockies. I had an offer to start a business with a friend, in drywall and construction. I was making so much money, I had even figured out how much I would get when I got older, from the Canada pension plan, and it would of been comfortable. Been in my late thirties at the time, I thought it was time to look ahead. I would buy a house, maybe even get my children to visit, all was possible. But it was not to be.
It was a year since the birth of my daughter, I had kept in touch, through the c.a.s. of Alberta, which where more pro-family than those in Ontario. And one day, they gave me a letter sent by Ontario, asking for me to sign for crown wardship and eventually adoption of my daughter. I refused, sold everything I had, at a substantially reduced value and went back to Ontario.
Once back, I immediately hired a lawyer with the rest of the money I had, and went about getting custody of my daughter.
The problems I encountered where difficult, a father trying to get custody of his daughter in Ontario c.a.s. is not an easy thing, these organizations are run by left wing feminists, who really believe, men are genetically born violent and must be treated that way. That, is exactly the way I was treated.
Ex;, "what would a man want with a little girl", " look the beauty and the beast" while on visit with my daughter, and my favorite, "fuc#in Indians, the only thing they ever do is collect welfare,get drunk and cause trouble". Just to name a few.
But the visits went fine, everything they would throw at me, I would politely rebuke, "Indians always drink", so I would get urine tests, "the mother did drugs so you must of too", got urine tests for that too, "you can fool urine tests", so I got blood tests. One time they called me and said my daughter was going to a doctors appointment the next morning, but I did not have to be there, if I would not of went, they would of said I do not care, so I went. I hitchhiked from Perth to Ottawa in minus 40 weather, at 5 am in the morning, but I got there on time, saw my daughter brought into the doctors office, and brought back, they did not even let me give her a hug or say hello. Again I did not complain.
Many other thing happened but eventually, one morning two day before the court date for crown wardship, c.a.s. brought her home and said, "well if you want her that bad, here you go". That is how I got my daughter, with only one small bag of clothes, no toys. But it did not matter, she was home.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG, not a good thing to be a parent in Ontario....what a sad story...cant wait for part 2....

The Native Canadian said...

No not a good thing to be a dad in ontario, hopefully change is comming, I have my fingers crossed....I will post part 2 of 3 as soon as I can.

Anonymous said...

Dont give up the good fight, I can read and your a good dad to care, as do a lot of parents.....