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.
It was about a week before Christmas 2005, and I was STILL waiting for the paternity affidavit so that I can start my case, but while I was waiting I was studying parenting plan case law and procedures and I got an early Christmas present. I found this:
Custodial interference in the first degree
A parent or other person acting under the directions of the parent is guilty of custodial interference in the first degree if the parent or other person intentionally takes, entices, retains, or conceals a child, under the age of eighteen years and for whom no lawful custody order or parenting plan has been entered by a court of competent jurisdiction, from the other parent with intent to deprive the other parent from access to the child permanently or for a protracted period.
Custodial interference in the first degree is a class C felony.
I literally jumped all over my living room. You mean to tell me that what she’s doing is against the law?! Merry Christmas! I left Camille a voicemail, and sent an e-mail and certified letter giving her a copy of the law and telling her to stop playing games before the law has to get involved and the situation gets worse.
I didn’t say what I really wanted to say, “B*tch, I’ll get your ass locked up.” No matter what she was still Isaiah’ mother.
I waited a couple days for her to get the certified letter, although I knew she got the voice and e-mail and I went Christmas shopping for Isaiah. It was going to be his first Christmas with me, plus he was at an age where he could open presents and get excited; so I went all out. That year was the only time I didn’t mind all of the Christmas traffic in the stores. The year was going to have a great ending after all. To make it even better, the day after I sent the letter to Camille, I finally got the paternity affidavit. It looked like the year was going to end on a high note. My parents flew in from out of town, and the whole family was happy. We hadn’t spent Christmas together in a couple of years.
The Christmas spirit was so contagious that Camille even gave me a Christmas present.
I don’t f*cking believe this shit. I don’t f*cking believe it!
After all of the shit she put me through, and even after I told her I spent over $700 on presents for him, I still didn’t get to see my baby for Christmas. I begged and begged and what I got in return was to hear his voice for 15 seconds while he was playing with his cousins on Christmas. I was devastated. I told my family I wasn’t coming over my brother’s house because I didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s Christmas and I just cried.
My family kept calling and texting begging me to come over and eventually I did, but my heart wasn’t in it. At that point, I was at my worse. I always considered myself to be strong mentally, I can take whatever, but I broke down… completely broke down.
Merry f*cking Christmas to me.
But as with everything else in this situation, things got worse.