Equal Parental rights and responsabilities would do it in the eyes of Family courts (simples)

fucking statists dont give a shit about fathers unless they are plugged into the fematrix..

what hope do kids have speaking to their dads when there mothers either dont know who the father of their child is, or plain wont allow him to to be in the picture!

all aided and abbetted by the femistate of course..

I'd talk to my biological father if:
-he did not try to have me aborted
-he did not value hookers and drugs over myself and my mother
-he did not attempt to kidnap me
-he did not try to stir up a fight by telling my brother that we have different fathers
-my grandfather didn't die believing I wasn't his grandson

I've never had a father figure I could attach myself to. My biological father left when I was 3. My adoptive father slept all day and constantly quit jobs, until he got one that gave him a reason to be out at nights (his friends squealed on his affairs). My step-dad's been forced to work two full-time jobs because my mother doesn't want to get off her ass and work with the excuse that "nothing around the house would get done," disregarding the fact that I only have part-time work and college right now and my brother is unemployed.

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I'd talk to my biological father if:
-he did not try to have me aborted
-he did not value hookers and drugs over myself and my mother
-he did not attempt to kidnap me
-he did not try to stir up a fight by telling my brother that we have different fathers
-my grandfather didn't die believing I wasn't his grandson

I've never had a father figure I could attach myself to. My biological father left when I was 3. My adoptive father slept all day and constantly quit jobs, until he got one that gave him a reason to be out at nights (his friends squealed on his affairs). My step-dad's been forced to work two full-time jobs because my mother doesn't want to get off her ass and work with the excuse that "nothing around the house would get done," disregarding the fact that I only have part-time work and college right now and my brother is unemployed.

Well sir, this is a prime example of what gives fathers like myself a bad rap. I'm truly sorry for your hardships and lack of a relationship with a father figure. I take this as a personal insult to me. Not you or your story of course, but the men you described in it as such. They have insulted me by tainting fatherhood with their wastefulness of a relationship with their child, be it a child they fathered, or a child that they have found themselves a male figure of interest for.

I just ask that you don't view fatherhood as such an the account of this tragedy. It's a beautiful relationship that should be cherished and encouraged as such.

Thanks for your story.

I understand. I have friends with great relationships with their fathers and I've pondered what it'd be like, and how I'd turn out. There are a lot of things I feel I've missed out on because I've been stuck with a smothering, misandrist mother.

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I'd talk to my biological father if:
-he did not try to have me aborted
-he did not value hookers and drugs over myself and my mother
-he did not attempt to kidnap me
-he did not try to stir up a fight by telling my brother that we have different fathers
-my grandfather didn't die believing I wasn't his grandson

I've never had a father figure I could attach myself to. My biological father left when I was 3. My adoptive father slept all day and constantly quit jobs, until he got one that gave him a reason to be out at nights (his friends squealed on his affairs). My step-dad's been forced to work two full-time jobs because my mother doesn't want to get off her ass and work with the excuse that "nothing around the house would get done," disregarding the fact that I only have part-time work and college right now and my brother is unemployed.

How exactly did your father try to have you aborted and why and did he say that ?

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How exactly did your father try to have you aborted and why and did he say that ?

I believe he said he had "tried" to have him aborted.

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Well sir, this is a prime example of what gives fathers like myself a bad rap. I'm truly sorry for your hardships and lack of a relationship with a father figure. I take this as a personal insult to me. Not you or your story of course, but the men you described in it as such. They have insulted me by tainting fatherhood with their wastefulness of a relationship with their child, be it a child they fathered, or a child that they have found themselves a male figure of interest for.

I just ask that you don't view fatherhood as such an the account of this tragedy. It's a beautiful relationship that should be cherished and encouraged as such.

Thanks for your story.

Great reply! Thank you for your contribution to this thread!

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Great reply! Thank you for your contribution to this thread!

Thanks, I believe in the bond between father and child. There are those who neglect and those who abuse it. That saddens me to no end. In the end we will have those who shouldn't be given the privilege of becoming a father, but we should not condemn fatherhood due to these few.

aye, good post bmiricle sir. deep breath... was gonna frag fragbait

I think this is relevant.

A New Measure of Manhood
Prior to the breakup of my marriage, I was a thoroughly hands-on father for our infant son while my Ex completed her medical residency. While she wrestled with 36 hour shifts, arrogant surgeons, and punishing rotations in pediatrics, internal medicine and psychiatry, I conquered poopy diapers, runny noses, clammy hands and a growing child's insatiable need for stimulation. My day revolved around my son and the schedule of Gloria, the sweet Oaxacan woman who cared for Lucas between 9 a.m. and 2 p.m. so I could get at least a minimum amount of work done. In the afternoons I took him to local parks, shopped, hiked, cooked, cleaned and read with him. I put him down for his nap and got him up, fed him, burped him, giggled and galloped with him. I was the one who took him to the pediatrician's for his first sets of shots, and held his sobbing body tight to mine after the deep shock of needles.
I felt pretty odd, at first; intensive New Age fathering didn't fit my personal definition of manhood. I had been taught to measure other men, and myself, by the size of my income, not the number of hours I swung my son at the playground, or sat up with him in the middle of the night. I was usually the only daddy on the streets at 3:00 p.m. on weekdays, wheeling a stroller through my neighborhood. At the park, it was often myself, Lucas, and half a dozen young Latinas watching my neighbors' kids. Some afternoons, sitting on a windswept bench trying to read the New York Times while Lucas scooted around in the sand, I'd look around the park and wonder what the hell I was doing.
It came to me slowly, but it was simple, really. I was undertaking the most elemental, and indispensable, human-to-human, individual-to-society activity there is: I was raising a child. This was the true natural order of things. On the quiet, fatherless streets of my neighborhood, I was experiencing the ancient rhythms and wisdom that every good mother, everywhere, knows (and men, in other eras, knew as well): of socializing a human being. Being a father felt like the most direct biological/spiritual/existential link with the destiny of my species. This was God's call to be a mentor, a guide, a Virgil to my son's Dante -- provider to provided, learned to learner, experience to the inexperienced. It seemed an enormous task, but absolutely essential. I took to it hungrily.
Then, when our marriage broke up, my Ex filed for primary custody of our son. To go through the pain and disruption of marital separation and then have my relationship with my child threatened carried all the terror and helplessness of a nightmare. Lucas was my buddy, my dream, my son. When I was depressed, he lifted me; lonely, he filled me; angry, he led me back to what was important -- finger paints, tricycle rides, gathering blackberries on the hillside behind our house. Awakening in the morning to him singing "Frere Jacques" from the warm folds of his bed, or in the evenings when he snuggled against me as I read bedtime stories to him, I could no more imagine living without him than living without my legs. I still cry sometimes when he's not with me, and smile deliriously just watching him concentrate on his coloring, cutting an apple, or steering his bicycle down the sidewalk. "Stop laughing at me!" he'll shout. "I'm not laughing at you," I say. "I'm smiling because I love you."
Perhaps because I came to fatherhood later in life (I was 44 when we adopted Lucas), fighting for my son, no matter how unpleasant a task, seemed like a no-brainer. What relationship is more important than the one with my child -- with my tennis buddies, my reading group, my business partners? This battle was not just for my son's future -- it was for mine. I deeply miss Lucas when he's not here. I'm wracked with guilt when I don't have time for him. If this is the maternal instinct, I -- and millions of other men -- have caught it. It feels to me, however, what `paternal' is supposed to feel, but a whole new form of paternalism, where men -- as women surge into the workplace -- demand to be part of the lives of their children.
We're not just talking episodes of Cosby here. As my own experience and interviews with single fathers show, the hearts of men -- and the face of parenting -- are changing before our eyes. This is about fathers crying, cooking, being afraid, braiding hair, waiting with children at the doctor's office, the principal's office, after school at the soccer field. The bottom line is, more and more men are choosing to be hands-on, hearts-on fathers than ever before. It's hard work, for sure. The lack of time, sleep, adult stimulation and companionship all speak strongly against it. But the inner rewards of a day-in, day-out relationship with your children have no parallel. Fatherhood is something I would fight for, as previous generations of men fought for God, country or the right to be rich. If I can't love, nurture, and care for my own child, what does that say about me? And if society, or the legal system, won't help me, what does that say about them?

source:http://www.fathermag.com/107/fathers/

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How exactly did your father try to have you aborted and why and did he say that ?

He was one of those who, if the girlfriend was pregnant, simply brushed off the pregnancy as not being caused by him, not by compelling evidence that would show he's not the father, but because he wanted to distance himself from the responsibility from raising a child. He tried to pressure my mother into aborting me (I, obviously, am glad she didn't listen!) as he had done to many other women.

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aye, good post bmiricle sir. deep breath... was gonna frag fragbait

Why would I need to be fragged? I didn't make a blanket statement that all fathers turned out this way. If I believed that way I wouldn't have signed up on a site like this.

Besides, it's kind of screwed up to say "this guy had no father figure, let's bash his head in!"

Wow just wow, very nice

Great information Sir Percy: TY