Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST : My son is currently 2 but the story starts 4 years ago when I dropped out of college and moved back in with my mom and stepfather. When I first moved back in was looking at a mountain of debt from my credit card and student loans and I was unemployed. To make matters worse I had been arrested earlier that same month and I was in the process of hiring a lawyer to help get the charges expunged.

Throughout college I continuously abused alcohol and that abuse only got worse. I routinely drank throughout the day and began to experiment with recreational drugs. I managed to get a shitty job making 7.25 an hour at a movie theatre where I met the future mother of my kid, we’ll call her Jill.

Jill was fun and she and entered a casual sexual relationship. She was in her late 20s (I was in my early 20s) and also lived with her parents. We’d get drunk and fuck after work and maybe hangout here and there but it was nothing serious. 8 months into the relationship she told that she was pregnant.

Now I want to make this very clear. The moment she told that she was pregnant I told her that it was her body and that it was her choice but if she kept the baby I’d have nothing to do with either of them. Throughout the pregnancy I tried to come around to the idea of co-parenting but I just couldn’t get my head around it. She told me that if I didn’t want to be apart of his life that that would be fine and she wouldn’t come after me for child support but that I shouldn’t expect any favors in terms of visitation or custody agreements should I change my mind down the road.

I had always been on the fence about marriage and kids but I knew 100% that I didn’t want any of that with her. I was a college dropout making minimum with a criminal record. I was also going to court mandated therapy to deal with my alcoholism .I wasn’t in a position to support myself let alone another human being.

Fast forward to the present day and the situation hasn’t gotten any better. My mom (who is active in my sons life and in the moms) kicked me out of the house. I got sober for a few months but when I relapsed my mom had had enough. He’s 2 now and I haven’t been to either of his birthdays and I’ve only seen him may 4-5 times. Her family hates me and wants nothing to do with while members of my own family have distanced themselves from. On my last birthday all I got was a text from my mom.

I currently live with my grandmother in a rural town several hours away from my son and his mom. We’ve blocked each other on all social media and she has my number blocked. We haven’t spoken in over a year. I’ve got a decent paying job and I’ve been able to pay off my credit cards. I feel as though my life is slowly turning around and I’m relatively unbothered by not being on my sons life.