C: Truth in the AT&T Store

What is it about me that makes random folks just want to tell me their troubles?  Probably I ask for it.  attI am very interested in people.

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.

I continued.  “Oh, sure, you COULD have practiced protected sex, so I’m not letting you off the hook completely, but she was driving that car.  Men are so stupid when it crazycomes to this.”

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.

Robin Williams:

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.

too old

--C

Comments

Vee said…
Hmmmm...I truly have never even considered this. I just blame the man. How unfair of me.
January 11, 2014 at 10:35 AM
mamahasspoken said…
MANY years ago, I had a second grade student whose mother was a single parent who lived with her own parents. One day she shared with me that her mommie stopped taking the white pills that keep her from having a baby so that the boyfriend would have to marry the mommie.
Wrong in so many ways but the young girl didn't come back to that school the following school year. What gives this story more of a chuckle: the family was Jehovah Witnesses and EVERY school year, within the first two weeks of school, ANYONE who had to work with this child had to listen to what all they believed in so that we didn't give this child a treat that went against their belief system!
January 11, 2014 at 7:28 PM
fruitcrmble said…
I agree with you though often do not have the courage to speak it since it is not well received in my experience. Not to say that I take the side of blaming the man but rather stay neutral. Thanks for having the courage to speak it here and perhaps it will encourage me to do the same the next time a conversation takes this road.
January 11, 2014 at 8:30 PM
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