This short, has ben re-edited. Please do not read, if offended by the Author in any way. Above all, it is only one persons opinion on the backside of a one sided system, forgive him if you do not agree, it is in the main a response to the injustive of not being given the rights of a Father. It is okay for me to go to war it would seem, but when you come back a casualty nobody wants to know. 

Fathers 4 Justice

          “He’s fine, that’s all.” Were the words I heard down the telephone line. I placed the handset back in its mount, again thwarted from hearing from my first son. His name I shall omit on account of certain protocol having to be observed; I - ashamed at society for not allowing a Father to mention his own son’s name but there you go. My son was born to my first wife who resides in Yorkshire. It isn’t fair Lord, I inwardly said to nobody in particular. It isn’t fair and it’s not right.

          It was six months into the relationship between my ex wife and I that my son was conceived. Initially I was so proud of this woman, as she gave me a chance when illness was destroying what little integrity I had left. I told her from day one that I had a diagnosis of Schizophrenia, still though, she pursued me and four months into the pregnancy we were married. She walked down the aisle drunk, and didn’t even look at me at the altar as the breath of alcohol filled the church. It was also some two months after I had had the migraine stroke that took half my vision away. After the stroke, I had spent some three weeks in hospital where it was found that I had also suffered heart attack. We said ‘I do’ to each other, on the backside of my suffering, and her sad recognition that I may not work again. Already her values as a traditional Yorkshire woman were put under threat. My son was born shocked! Around nine o’clock at night. My wife had had epidural, and had to undergo cutting to her genitals to help the child be born. As the midwife cut my then wife, I felt sorrow for what she had to endure. My son lay on the table as the midwife washed her hands, not moving at all. She then took him to the heat lamps and stimulated him to cry. He was my first child, and to this day, the feeling of completeness I had experienced for perhaps the first time in my life during his first few days; has never left my heart. Unlike his mother, who for four months during his first year gave me such an emotional kicking that I had tried to take my own life.

          I have a heart, a heart that has got me into trouble in the past. I have a heart but all women folk seem to want to do is destroy it. I don’t speak for all women when I say that. But in the main the majority of women who have presented themselves in my life have wanted nothing more than my emasculation and destruction, and they wonder why men lash out the way they do when they have endured the abuse after so long. I tried to take my life because I didn’t want to lose my love for my wife, or my son that was born.

          I had lost my job on account of the migraine stroke, as well as my vision. I was sat at home forced into the position of house husband, still reeling from the effects of service career. After she would demand food on the table every night after she came in from work, after she had taunted me for the wreck that I had become due to the stroke - for several months, I lashed out. I lashed out and attacked her, although to this day, I have no recollection because of the amount of drink I myself had taken at the time. Drink I might add, that got steadily worse with the amount of abuse I was receiving. Still though, men are not regarded as having hearts are they? They don’t care do they, they just want to drink and have sex. If you women took stock of the way you kick to fuck your children, especially your young males, perhaps men wouldn’t treat you the way they do when they are older. I once met an awful woman, I enquired; why do you treat your son the way you do. “You get them when their young!” Was her reply to the abuse that she was carrying out. This abuse to men in British Society is endemic. It is backed up by courts that don’t want to acknowledge the rights of the father, let alone the child. Big boys don’t cry they say, but as sexual issues such as homosexuality are forced on our young males, as shallow forms of belief are plaguing young British males by mothers who use them as tools to further the abuse they carry out on their men folk, I wonder how many women will be eventually attacked by the disturbed males they are currently abusing. It’s all about ‘cause and effect!’ And the effect of abusing your young males is the cause for much of the domestic violence that later transpires in their life. You’ won’t agree though! You will watch your son’s fly off to war and be so proud, not knowing that many of them are running away from the shit they have had to endure all their young lives by a society that just doesn’t care. You take away the best role models young men can have; their fathers! And you will wonder why men have so much resentment for you when they are older. Still though, many return to women folk for the acceptance they desperately feel they need after all those years, and find out they are better off dead. And still you look at your young males and wonder why they are roaming the streets smoking cannabis and ‘doing’ white lightening to get off their face.

          Modern woman wants everything. She wants the career, she wants the house, she wants the car, she wants the fashion accessories of children so she can declare she has status and is  successful, and when you tell her how shallow she has become, she’ll want your penis removed from your being too. Possibly to transplant on herself for the envy she has.

          Yes I am bitter! Men don’t have hearts do they? They don’t care if they don’t see their children do they? We are only happy being shot at, and butchered in times of war. We are only happy in boxing rings kicking fuck out of each other aren’t we?

           Well let me tell you something woman! You can fight your own wars from now on! You are welcome to the jobs you dictated men should have. You can dig your own trenches now, and you can shoot your fellow woman.  You can build your own schools too, and nurture your young daughters for war. And when they come back in pieces, you can dig your own graves and bury your own dead.