Welcome to Jessica's homepage
This page is dedicated to my daughter Jessica, who I haven't seen since 1981 when she was 5.
Ever have someone take your home, everything in it, your
money, your vehicles...and your children, leaving you with little more
than the clothes on your back? And then hound you for ever increasing
"child support" payments for the next 25 years all the while telling
your children what a bad person you are and denying you any access to them?
And finally, after they are long since married and off on their own,
hounding you still more for that one last "going away" extrotion payment of
$45,000 so that they can take a nice, well deserved vacation for themselves?
And all from a female who claims to be a "born again christian" who
conveniently forgot about her own vows to the guy she spent the last 25
years running a pole through.... while living with a guy she is not
married to and conveniently "forgetting" to declare the money the two
of them are collecting to the child support scumbags?
Yep, I am one of millions of so-called "Deadbeat Dad's" who are good
enough to send weekly support checks for years and years but aren't good enough to
be allowed to actually know or participate in their children's lives. That's quite
a system we have here, folks!
The Jeep always had a good set of lungs. She popped out screaming at Alice
Peck Day Hospital, where she was born on August 8th, 1976..... just a few doors down from our white
New England style colonial home at 77 Mascoma Street in Lebanon, New Hampshire.
Jessica never cared much for car rides. She'd start wailing as soon as we hit the
highway and you'd swear that there was a procession of ambulances behind us.
fell down an entire flight of stairs and came to a thud on the kitchen floor.
looked around to see if anyone saw her fall and when she saw me sitting there,
she started winding up for one of her famous screams. Beating her to the punch, I
said, "uh-uh.... you're not hurt", just to see what would happen. She got up,
dusted herself off and went away to play... what a little Brat :)
I'll keep a light on for you Jess...
So here's a little update for you 21 years later....
Someone who could have really gotten
their butt in a wringer for doing so was kind enough to send me a picture of Jessica's High School graduation.
It's a little dated since she is 8 years older now in 2002 but is she a babe or what? Luckily she got her looks from her Mother and not
from me. Those who know her say she is very religious and works in some
type of social service capacity. I got to pay for her college education
but I have no clue where she attended or what she got her degree in. I
also understand that she recently (2001) married so I am most likely a
Grandfather by now. I'm surprised that I wasn't invited to the wedding so
that I could pay for it... but then again, maybe I did pay for it and I just
don't know about it. I certainly sent in a heap of "child
support" money over the years. Anyway, who knows... maybe I'll get to walk my Grand daughter
down the aisle one day, you think?
Anyway, after 21 years and a
shoebox full of support payment cancelled checks, I am at least finally out from
under that albatross. It sure would have been nice if I got a Fathers Day
card one of those years, or maybe a wedding picture or pictures of my
Grandchildren or something.... well, if the Jeepster and my Son-in-law
have any children, I am sure I will hear about it eventually and if I get 'em,
I'll post pictures of the kids here too. My one big hope is that the
Jeep's marriage works out because I wouldn't wish my divorce experience on
anyone, least of all my children.
I had to change the bulb a few
times cuz they keep burning out... but the light's still on for you Jess.
8/8/06 and the Jeep's 30th birthday
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, blah, blah, blah....
People have told me oh, don't worry. Jessica will want to find you once
she's older. Yeah, right. Pretty damned bad when you have a married
Daughter you haven't seen or heard from in over 25 years... and don't even
know her married name.... or where she lives.... or whether you're a
Grandfather..... not even a Father's Day card in 25 years. Gee.....
swell parenting job, #2 :(
Well, maybe I'll hear from her when when I'm 65.
Wait... I'm almost 65 now. OK, maybe I will hear from her when I'm 75,
assuming I live that long.
To be honest, I'm getting
so that I don't really care that much about it any more. My Father could
have been Satan himself but I know myself well enough to know that I'd move
Heaven and Earth to find him and find out for myself if what everyone else
said about him was true or not. If my children want to ignore me like I was
some bum panhandling on the corner, I'm not sure that I'm all that keen to
hear from them anyway. Until someone dies, there's not going to be any
vacancies for new assholes in my life so maybe they should just
continue pursuing their happy little lives without their dear old Dad.
Just remember, my
darling... what goes around comes around. If there is any justice in this
World, your children will do to you like you did to me and then you'll
know exactly what it feels like. And if you ever find yourself needing a
bone marrow transplant, I sure hope your Mother is a suitable Donor match.
Otherwise, I guess you're gonna be kinda SOL.
Have yourself a wonderful life.