The laws were written to presume that
every father is a deadbeat philanderer who left his innocent flower of a devoted housewife for a barmaid trollop-floozy gold-digger, and that the guy must is living it up and partying every night with his new trophy harlot while his sainted long-suffering ex feeds the kids warmed over macaroni each night as she patiently moves jars and buckets to catch the rain that drops through holes of the shack she and the kids are forced to live in.
That's the feminist-proferred image that laws and rulings are wrapped around.
Reality---in most cases---is much different!
presume that every father is a deadbeat philanderer who left his innocent flower of a devoted housewife for a barmaid trollop-floozy gold-digger, and that the guy is living it up and partying every night with his new trophy harlot Actually, that was my Dad........wine, women and song. His 4th is younger than me. As a kid, he used to take me to meet his girlfriends while Mom was at work. I thought my Daddy was a prince so I never told....what does a 5 yr old know? He was fun. No school the day we bought a new convertible, it was a holiday. All of that stopped when he left. Unfortunately, he was a diabetic and his lifestyle caught up with him.