“I’d rather burn in hell than pay her any money.”
A guy said that to me the other day. It’s nothing new. People say it all the time. It doesn’t come from all the folks we deal with; not even a majority of them. Still, despite our lofty goals, the harsh truth of my job is that you can’t always turn bad people into good people. There are some folks who seem to be so full of hate and spite that no amount of assistance, persuasion, or punishment (when it comes to that) seem to be enough to bring them around. If there’s any concern for the well-being of their kids in there, it’s buried deep.
In order to do my job well, I try to understand. I try to imagine the circumstances that would bring someone to this point. I don’t know if it’s my sheltered upbringing or my relatively uneventful life, but sometimes I can’t see it… not really. Even if I thought the mother of my kids was spending my money unwisely, surely I’d see that cutting off all the support for my children was not the answer.
Most days I like my job, but I wonder if a growing inability to relate to these folks (on some level) is a bad sign.