I admit it – I have a slight obsession with Instagram.  Every now and then though I will see things that completely get under my skin! I was scrolling through my feed and I saw someone posted a Tweegram that said,

“I don’t get why people pay $400 a month in child support. According to the commercials you can feed a kid for 35 cents a day.”

Oh really? Well I guess my child shouldn't have a roof over her head, nice clothes, decent sneakers, or new toys. 

I was curious to know how ignorant that person could really be so I took a few minutes to look over her page. Not only was she a young woman that didn't have any kids, but the ignorance levels exceeded my expectations.  

“B-tches be like – I Don’t need a man, but they fight for child support”

Back in the good old days, being a man actually meant something! Men were providers they took care of their households at all costs. Even when I lived with my ex I still provided everything for myself. He enjoyed the perks of having a woman because he loved having clean clothes, hot meals after work, homemade pastries/deserts, and a home that was taken care of, yet wanted me to split all of the bills in half and cover all of my expenses by myself. It’s no wonder that he never got off of his ass long enough to get a real job so that he could make a difference in his kid’s life; he always knew that I would do whatever needed to be done to provide for my child. With that said, why should I have to spend every PENNY I make to provide for my child while he gets to enjoy all of his money? I don’t NEED a man because even when I had one (supposedly) I still took care of myself, but I shouldn't have to do it alone and I will fight until I don’t have to!

“Child Support is a Broke Broads Hustle”

It’s funny how men hate when we say, “All men are the same,” yet when it comes to taking care of responsibility they like to place us in the same category. Are there woman out there they don’t do what they are supposed to with the help that they receive? YES!  What about those of us that use our child support for the purpose that it is intended for? Shortly after we split, he would give me a little money every month to help take care of our daughter.  It was really refreshing to know that I could buy her some pampers, a couple shirts, and use the remaining $25 to put into her savings account.  I always used whatever money that was given to me towards my daughter. Since that left me with a few extra dollars in my pocket I would do something nice for me. HELL I work hard enough, so I DESERVE IT! I always justify my spending by spending the same amount on my daughter. If I buy a pair of shoes then she gets two. If I get a new outfit then she will get one also. Well of course after he saw that since his help left me with money to fix myself up instead of looking so raggedy all of the time he decided to cut it off.  Since then, I have no other option then to wear some of the same clothes that I have been wearing for years! I've lost 65 pounds and I’m still wearing some of the same clothes that I had when I was a size 16. I don’t own any sneakers and the ballet flats that I consider my all-purpose shoes have holes in them, but you can trust and believe that my Khloe stays with nice clothes and wears Nike even down to her socks!

Stop complaining about your baby daddy, you picked him!

 He was ambitious and hardworking, and that is what I loved most about him. He was excellent with children and would often help me babysit when I would watch my cousins or my Godson. We were young so naturally we both were a little immature. We both loved sex, weed, and video games, but at the time we didn't have any serious responsibility so we lived our lives how we wanted to. Our daughter was not planned, but she made me realize it was time to grow up. This man is only a couple years shy of 30 years old, but can give me an excuse to why he can’t help me feed my kid but you can trust and believe that he has weed to smoke. I really thought that some things would just change and that he would realize he couldn't live the same life anymore. I figured it out the day I was pregnant, so why does he still not get it 2 ½ years after our angel was born?

Moral of the story: Don’t talk about what you don’t know. If you don’t understand our struggle then you DAMN sure can’t understand our fight!