REUNITED AT LAST! Bubba/Daddy together at last
My Travel Story
My baby was ripped from my home as an infant, the next 5 1/2 years were difficult and sometimes way too much. But there was more.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was change.
This is when it all becomes worth it...
I’m an individual who has faced some major battles with myself, selfishly feeding beast within that wanted to destroy me spiritually and emotionally so my addictions were all that I had. All the things that motivate me and drive me to succeed were removed from my life one by one. First was my blossoming career in broadcasting- the only thing I ever cared to do for a “living” (radio pay is crap). Next to say farewell were every single friend or family member I had ever loved as I continued to deceive and manipulate them all, the reasons always the same: either hide my actions and cover my double-life or finance my misadventures with their money. Even then, as I began to admit to myself that I had nobody left, I was suddenly a father when the most beautiful little boy was brought into this world. I began to really slow down and focus on my sole purpose in life: being his Dad. The very first time in like fifteen years that I felt the need to do something different was an actual moment in time I can recall perfectly as though my eyes were suddenly opened. That very same week I felt the worst pain I’ve ever felt when I woke up one morning to find his mother had snuck them both out in the middle of the night, taking all their belongings with them in a sign that they were never coming back. He wasn’t yet six months old. That was 5 1/2 years, two weeks ago. I have yet to see him or her again. Apparently her new online friend she met TWO WEEKS prior is her soulmate and by the time she bothered to call me and let me know my son was alive, they were already married and planning to move from TX to the Army base that was his newest assignment - 4,000 miles NW in Fairbanks, Alaska. Needless to say there was never a goodbye, one last “Daddy loves you, little man”...and still to this day , I haven’t seen him again. Apparently the mother can up and disappear with a child she is raising with the father in the family home and do so without permission or consequence and there’s nothing he can do. And assuming that, with them sharing a home and vehicle, nobody had petitioned the court for financial assistance (child support) or some type of custody arrangement that ensured Daddy remains in the picture. No court order forcing his mother to allow me to be in contact by phone or FaceTime given the distance made it real easy to pretend I no longer exist. Years have since passed- SLOWLY- until I see his pictures through various spies. Then it becomes so real. Fast forward to present day and I am suddenly approached by a stranger holding an envelope that declares some random judge decided I am an absentee sperm donor who has yet to lift a finger to help with my son. Child support dating back to the day she took him from our home and never returned has been ordered as delinquent- with offsets and garnishments that not only affect my paycheck but so much so that it only took a month or so before I find myself trying to sleep in the drivers seat of the car I purchased two months ago and was chosen over the place I called home for the last two years of my life, the first of my new life. It’s all good, I’ll be fine.
THE REASON I NEED HELP-
A careless social media post on her behalf revealed the trip being taken to visit her family and his, only 8 hours away!! With the aid of a dear friend who happens to be a talented family law expert, a date is being set for us to finally have our say in the court of law. That’s why I had to make sure and send every dime not considered part of the balance from the time I never was ordered to pay. There are preparations to make in advance and the hope is I will be allowed special visitation in the remaining days of their trip following court.
I need help with fuel and lodgjng, a little something for us to have fun would be amazing too, for his entertainment, I am content to sit and stare at the little dude for hours on end. If there’s anyone that actually reads this whole thing I want to say thank you for caring in some way. If anyone is able to help, I’ll eternally be grateful. If anyone has any sort of hotel stays they could contribute, that’s just as good as cash to me. Not sure how that would work though. This is my first post asking for help so I have no idea what to expect. Telling the story of our life has been surprisingly therapeutic and I appreciate any thoughts or prayers sent my way.
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Accommodation
$ 350
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Local Travel Expenses
$ 150
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Clothing for son
$ 250
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