I am almost 20 years old with a 21 month old preemie. His father was the reason my son came early, and has most of his problems today. He didn't get arrested for abuse, or theft, or assault, or anything. He told CSEA that he didn't have a job, or he worked at burger king. The CSEA told him that he has to pay $100 a month. Are you serious? What do they think that will cover? It would cover half of my son's thickening gel for liquids. Not to mention the 2 prescriptions for albuterol, and vitamins (not such a big deal) than you put on the daycare expense, and than the clothes, the food, the "special" toys, and his therapists. Plus the monthly drive to columbus, and with gas the way it is that would fill my tank for 2 weeks. Guess how much he has paid since my son has been born? 86 dollars. We were suppose to go to court last month but he either didn't answer the door or wasn't home when the sheriff came to his house. It is just so frustrating that he can do whatever the hell he wants and doesn't have to worry about the consequences. He has another son somewhere in galion that he lives with. I can only imagine what that poor child will be put through. I live by myself with my son at a minimum wage job, and have to go through every government program imaginable to get what I need to survive. Im not on welfare though I can say that. My son is in help me grow, Bureau for children with medical handicaps, food stamps, medical card, and im trying to go through metro so I can have a yard for my son to play. Plus im in college, trying to get my degree in criminal justice. It has been a long journey and it has been tough at times, but this post is for the single moms working their ass off to make ends meet. we are not alone. whats your story?
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