Every time I need to message my child’s father, I groan. When he makes a partial child support payment, I shudder. I open the spreadsheet, update the numbers, and feel my blood pressure rise. Lately, the payment is generally never what he promised. His excuses pile up, always last minute. Every missed or shorted payment reminds me of the years that keep slipping by without him making any real effort for our daughter. If I write to him in solely my own words, it comes out as rage or pure emotion.