How To Write A Child Support Letter: Fill & Download for Free

I never thought I will be doing this. Writing my heart out anonymously on Quora. But I also never thought that I will reach such a low point in my life.I am a 34-year-old man, married and have an infant kid. Moved to a new country for a better life and future for my child. In order to make things work smoothly without any trouble and inconvenience, I moved alone so that I can secure a job, find a house, fill it with basic stuff needed and then go and get my wife and child. This decision was agreed upon by both my wife and me, although not happily and wholeheartedly.So I moved. Kept in constant touch with phone calls 3-4 times a day. Video call every day to see my little bub so that dad isn’t forgotten. All this time, I took upon the job of finding a job as my full-time employment. I would open my laptop from 9 in the morning and be applying for jobs till 3 or 4 in the evening. Keep changing resumes, adjust the cover letter, keep looking for jobs from all avenues possible. One good thing in my favour was that an old and good friend let me stay at his place for free. His wife cooks for all 3 of us. I have been given full freedom in the house to do and use anything. God bless both of them. I don’t know whether I will ever get a chance to repay them and how I will do it.I had saved enough during my life back home that I could spend a bit here and also left enough in the bank back home for the home mortgage so that wife and child do not have to worry about it.After about 2 weeks, I got really deflated. I started having real doubts about my abilities and experience and I broke down. I would cry on every phone call to my wife and she would make me feel better by saying that I love you and I am with you no matter what. Just keep going and something good will happen soon.All this time, she was having a tough time living with my parents. I am not going to deny that my wife was making things up. She was being made to work like a maid and at the same time, she had to look after the child. They would not leave any opportunity to taunt her, compare her with others and make her seem low, counter her every statement and re-counter their own statement when she did the things their way. All in all, she was in a very bad position. I would say even worse than mine. But we both supported each other, consoled each other, wiped away each other’s tears (virtually) and were going on.Until yesterday. Yesterday my grandmother expired. My father and mother had to travel to the home city to be there at this time. My wife and I had discussed that she doesn’t need to go as it’ll be on a very short notice. When they told her what has happened, they also told her your tickets are also done and you also have to travel. She said yes ok. Then I was told and was asked to talk to them to not take her along. I can’t talk to my father because of the obvious reason. I called my mother and she won’t listen to me and said, “Well she has to go.”A little while later, my wife sends me a screenshot where we had discussed she doesn’t need to go. And later says, “See this and remember this. I will remember this day. I will get back to you for this.”After that, I am a broken man today. I am away from the love of my life, I am away from my child who I love, I am away from home in a precarious and deflating situation, and my grandmother has just left us. I am a broken man. Tears come out in the slightest. I don’t feel like getting up from the bed, I don’t want to eat and have no motivation for anything.I sent my wife a message telling her that I have failed in life. Failed in every aspect of life. And her reply has killed me. She doesn’t care and sees things have ended.I have now realised what they mean when they say kicking a man when he is down. I am down and I am being kicked. No love from the love of my life, 5 job rejections since morning for jobs I would fit like a hand in the glove.So there it is. Words of a broken man. But I will not give up. I will keep going on. Keep fighting. It was not easy to win her love the first time. But I did. And I will do it again.I wish only the best for all of you out there. May you get what you desire, but work hard for, without struggles. May the only tears from your eyes are of happiness or when you laugh hard. I pray for all of you out there and especially the ones who are struggling. And do remember me in your prayers.Chin up, face forward and work hard. It’ll work out.

This is YOUR child & ONLY a child’s parents have the right to inflict their politics on their child; teachers do not have the right to dictate what political positions your child supports. IMO, your child should NOT refuse any assignment based on political beliefs, but there is a good way to circumvent the direction of this assignment: Have your child begin his letter saying something like: Dear President Trump, Our class was assigned the task of writing a letter to you asking for more gun control. A certain portion of the citizens of the USA favor more gun control but I do not. People use guns, knives, club, bricks, vehicles driven by drunks, poison, water, and many other methods including bare hands to kill other people. Nobody suggests banning all knives because someone stabbed a person; nobody suggests removing all vehicles from society; nobody suggests draining all water sources because someone drowned someone in a bathtub (or removing all bathtubs) Nobody ever suggested removing all penises so nobody can rape someone, so why this singular obsession to remove an inert tool like a gun except for the desire to leave people defenseless?Our Founding Fathers deliberately wrote the Second Amendment to ensure that the common people of this new country they were establishing always had the right to bear arms, unlike most other countries of the world where only the armies of the leaders of those countries could bear arms. When they wrote this a “militia” was any self-organized group of armed neighbors NOT part of a government army. Our Founding Fathers considered this right one of the most important things in establishing a free Republic, second only to freedom of speech & freedom of religion, outlined in the First Amendment. This freedom of speech is the reason I am free to write this letter to President Trump telling him that the only gun control I want is draconian penalties for those who commit crimes with guns & the confiscation of guns in the hands of minors. There are laws on the books regarding criminals not being allowed guns & these laws should be stringently enforced. Thank you President Trump for your service to this country.You have to do what you think is best for your child; this is what I would do if my child was in this situation.

I learned through experience that documenting “stuff” can make The Difference. Now, writing down “stuff” initially was my way to ensure I wasn’t crazy or was mistaken about what occurred in the past. Memories are not always accurate. Some people might refer to documentation as a form of Journaling or Keeping a Diary, and it is, I guess.Anyway, my daughter’s Daddy refused to pay monthly child support even though he made far more money than I did. He was a tight-fisted miser when it came to me and our child. When we were together one of his favorite mantras was “Your money is my money and my money is my money.” Thus, I was expected to pay for not only our joint household expenses but also our Baby’s EVERY need: from diaper rash cream to doctor’s appointments co-pays to clothing to daycare to diaper service to ANYTHING child-related.When we split up, I started the child support legal process. To my utter shame, I allowed this man to talk me out of taking him to court because he said he was going to pony up some money every month if I stopped all proceedings. He tricked me twice, but the third time, I hung in there and held on — despite his many threats, his tears, his pleas, his sniveling sorry ass excuses why paying child support was not fair to him. Yeah, right.We were referred to Family Court Mediation. We had to fill out a lengthy form before our appointment to hash out the details. Now, here is where the documentation fit in. I had started a habit of writing notes detailing every conversation, every threat, every broken promise, every speck of info of his visits with our child. I kept canceled checks, receipts, invoices showing all my expenses over a 4–5 year period. On our appointment date, I had filled a big box with my documentation, all organized even with color-coded tabs with special notes. I even solicited letters from the daycare provider, my family members and friends, even his neighbors. The reason for that was because my ex would take off on his weekends, leaving our daughter with his family members that did not speak English.So! In I walk with my big mysterious box. I plop it down on the table with a smile and sit down. The mediator starts asking questions about what’s going on and then what we each want out of this mediation, starting with my ex. I graciously let him go first. Daddy wanted full physical custody, stating HE had our child more than I did and that I should pay him child support! That lying sack of shit! I wish he had spent more time with her, not LESS! Now I was prepared to do battle my way. And I made a point of being courteous and respectful towards him at all times. Even when I had to disagree with him, I was sweet and kind. He, of course, was somewhat of a pissy shitface towards me. Perfect!My turn: I said I wanted him to spend more time with our daughter. I wanted him to stay home on his weekends instead of taking off and leaving our baby with people that hit her with a broom or stuck her with needles when she didn’t obey. I said she didn’t obey because she doesn’t understand their language and Daddy won’t teach her even simple words —- because then she might repeat what she hears at his house to me! I wanted to increase his overall time with her and even add one evening in the middle of the week. Oh, he denied it all, but remember those letters? Yep, his neighbors wrote that they watched our child on his weekends! It was……..so beautiful.Then I brought out ALL the cancelled checks, invoices, receipts, everything showing that I paid for her expenses, not him. I brought out my notes from our conversations, and showed the calendars where I indicated dates he saw her, appts, you name it, with additional notes on the back of each calendar month.And him? He brought NOTHING. Hadn’t even thought to prepare for this meeting. He figured he would rely only on verbally giving his version of events and that would be enough. It might have worked — except I had documented everything for months/years. So, for example, when he claimed HE paid for daycare, I whipped out my cancelled checks and the letter from the daycare provider. He paid for nothing and I had the proof.The end result was that the Mediator gave me everything I asked for and then some. I had primary custody with joint legal, a good parenting schedule, and child support. More than I expected, but since I had those lovely calendars showing how much time I had her versus him, and he made all that lovely income, well, let’s just say, he was a fool not to have kept his word the first two times I sought legal recourse.