
When my son Jake* was 15, his father registered a car in his name without his permission.
I mean, can a teenager even give permission for that?
Jake is now 22 and his father has racked up over $10,000 worth of speeding and parking fines in his name. What kind of father does that?
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I broke up with Jake's dad when I was four months pregnant because I knew he was unreliable and that we'd break up at some point anyway. I figured it would be easier to do before the baby was born.
I was 31, and he was 43 and, in the beginning, he did his best to be supportive and even came to anti-natal classes with me.
When I thought I was in labour, I called him so he could come over and take me to the hospital like we planned. He was at a party and begrudgingly came over. I was in the bath having what I thought were contractions but later found out were Braxton Hicks.
When the nurses from the birthing centre told me over the phone that they thought I wasn't in 'proper labour' yet, he accused me of lying about it just so I could see him. What an ego!