It all started with Vanessa, the mother of my child and wife. She was very ignoramus about her decisions and her eccentricity started making me lose my feeling for her. We fell in love in our first semester of college year. The relationship was fun and loving, but when she became pregnant she turned into someone that I did not know. She was irresponsible, for an example, when she was stressed out during her pregnancy she would smoke a cigarette once an so often. Another example is when we would argue, there would be a time where I would want my time alone to think, but she would ignore my request of silence and insisted to fix things in an upsetting mood, which we would never see eye to eye. I became frustrated and stressed out. When I am restive and frustrated I clench my fingers together, and grunt, and curse my lungs out for the world to see. It felt as if Vanessa knew how to turn on my invisible switch of rage and sensation of rampaging thoughts. So I had enough of her and told her that I am filing for a divorce. When I told Vanessa I wanted a divorce she vehemently told me to go screw myself and that she was going to abort my child as an act of revenge for my lack of love towards her. But my integrity told me that I should convince her. So I told her how putrid it was for her to pretend to fake her pregnancy the first time and now that she actually is pregnant , she wants kill our baby. To me I felt I was the only security, purveyor, and maturity in the relationship, while she wanted to only hang out with her friends. So when it was time to sign the divorce papers she agreed to the terms, but wanted me to pay and not have an easy outcome. Vanessa gave the judge a bad opinion about me. Her testimony that she gave was that I was a deadbeat dad that had nothing better to do than to stay at home and smoke marijuana all-day. I tried to mitigate her answer by stating that I was working in a vocation school for electricians and was taking anger-management. But the judge believed her. Her prudent answer was, ”pshh you’re the one with the money, now deal with consequences and support your family” and said that my attempts to become a great father were mediocrity and that I should be ashamed for my past bad decisions . The negative part about that experience was that I had a high alimony to pay. But the positive outcome was that I became autonomous to Vanessa world of bad decisions and behavior. I felt as an avian, flying away from my woes and stress. When the baby finally was born, I named him Luis. Me and Vanessa still had to cooperate with each other in order to give Luis a brighter future. At first we had many befuddled meetings. But as we grew older, we had to ratify a decision where the result would make us both content. She agreed that I would have my son the whole week while she would take care of him on the weekends. I finally felt relief that Vanessa came to her senses and wanted to make things work out for the best. This is a life lesson I will never forget. My consolation for my experience was receiving a tattoo from a retired bureaucrat. He told me a great metaphor about life that he learned when he was once working in an office. He said, “ Life is like the ocean. It can be calm or still, and rough or rigid, but in the end, it is always beautiful.”.