How can you call yourself a father, when you don't even bother, to call, text, or write to see whats going on in your sons life...your quick to say you don't have any funds, but money aint gone raise your son...its about the quality time, not the financial dime, making your presence known whether you're in or out the home...he needs a man in his life to show him wrong from right, and how to deal with the struggles in this thing called life, i mean i do alright, but its only so much i can do, to raise a boy to a man, praying he don't land in the wrong pair of hands, seeking male guidance from the streets, and the only outcomes from that is jail or 6 feet deep, i don't wanna be woke up from my sleep, with a knock on the door, police telling me for the rest of my life my son i will mourn....let me take a step back maybe i'm getting ahead of myself, but these are my thoughts since the day you left, your child behind, making the responsibility to raise him all mine...before i go there is one more thing i must let you know...your cheating your son out the life he could have all because you wanna be an absent dad, and FYI i ain't mad