I know, I know... I hate it so ****ing much... I'm just trying to vent out my own inner hatred. Is it wrong that I wish I was still ignorant as I was when I was a child? At least then, I wouldn't struggle with knowing how weak and useless I really am when I could actually be doing something but still can't because of feelings. I wouldn't be guilty of idly standing by while such an evil that I know of and that I could physically stop goes unabated because of the stupidest of reasons...
And for the record:
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Yes, I do think the child might be at risk. The mom only just recently got lucky enough to get a job in this economy, and is still trying to go to College, so she is still dependent on any and every source of income possible. And relying on someone -who has punched holes in the walls of your house out of jealousy- for income, amoung enough faults to make me seem like a balanced person, does not seem remotely not legit.
I guess this isn't the place to really talk about it, especially if it's better I not actually do anything about it, but it just tears me up, both what's going on and that I -could- be doing something about it but I'm not. I'm 21, and I'm still practically a child, hardly capable of fending for myself, let alone anyone else in the world I might care for. What kind of man, husband, father might I be if I can't do anything now for a friend?