A Father’s Love is the true story of a father’s battle to be a part of his son’s life. You can read access all of the chapters in the Table of Contents.
While I was waiting for the paternity affidavit to come in the mail, there were a few minor skirmishes…
After a couple of weeks, I called child support to get a status update on my case. It just so happen that the day I called was the day they finished it and they were about to mail me a copy of the order. I told them to save the postage and I’d come down to the office and sign it. When I got there and saw the order, it took a lot of will power to maintain my composure. Remember, since day 1 I was paying for 100% of everything for Isaiah. It worked out to be $1400 a month. Daddy had to dress nice and be at the barbershop every week, so of course Isaiah had to roll like that too.
Well the order was for about 1/5th of what I was paying out. A battle won.
I wanted to burst out laughing, but I had to be cool while they explained all the paperwork to me. I asked if I could just pay it electronically and the lady said they normally just deduct it from employers but since I seem like a nice guy she won’t even request employer deduction. She’ll let me take care of it how I want to, I just have to have it in their office by the end of each month. Wait… so not only am I saving a bunch of money (who needs Geico… lol), but you all won’t be all up in my business at work and make me look like a deadbeat?
Aww man, where do I sign? I skipped out of their office.
A battle won.
Yall know what I did next. I called Camille. I didn’t even bring up the dollar amount. I just left her a message that said, “I signed the DCS papers and I will pay according to the guidelines they set. Have a nice day!”
She got the order the next day in the mail.
How did I know? Because when I called to talk to Isaiah, all she said was “You need to take a blood test. I’m filing the paperwork next week.” And hung up the phone.
I stared at the phone, like “What the f*ck?!”
I didn’t expect that one. It sounded nothing like Camille. In fact when we first met and it was just a booty call thing, she made me wait a few days before I could hit. She said she’s been wanting to break up with someone but he’s been out of town for several weeks and she’d only do it in person. She doesn’t sleep around and she was going to wait until he got back and she dropped him before I hit. I wasn’t trippin… it’s not like I wanted anything more than the ass, but it was something she didn’t have to say to me.
So of course I started thinking.
For those of you that don’t know, when you see Isaiah you’re looking at a spitting image of Camille, the difference is she has my skin tone which is darker than his. People say Isaiah looks like me and he does – until you see her. When we were around each other people would say Camille and I were brother and sister. That’s some sick sh*t, but we do favor each other.
It only took a few minutes before the wheels started turning.
Why the f*ck would you try to get me for the dough, but when the order comes back she hits me with this sh*t? Then I remembered the paternity affidavit. Once the affidavit is signed, the parents have 2 years to contest it. After 2 years, it’s set in stone. As soon as I remembered that I called her. Of course she didn’t answer her phone so I left her a message.
I don’t know what kind of sick ass game you’re playing, but let me school you. Remember when we left the hospital and we signed the paternity affidavit which states no one else could be the father? Well if there was a question you had 2 years to contest it. It’s been more than 2 years so as far as the stat i’s concerned… they think the same thing I do. Isaiah is my son, so try again.
When I hung up the phone I figured she was pissed because she figured she’d get a big ass check from child support and when that didn’t work out she tried to f*ck with me another way. But she was wrong.
Another battle won.
She was getting lumped up and I was winning the small battles, and it felt good except…
I was losing the war.