A Boy and his Dad - Legal Defense

I met a girl once and she thought I was great at first. We were married 6 weeks later. Sometimes, as a waiter, I hear stories like this - from people celebrating a 40th anniversary or something. That is not our story. We had a rocky marriage. We could both be mean sometimes. We frequently felt lonely. We grew apart. 

We got pregnant. 

We tried to make it work. We tried to change. Sometimes we were better than other times. There was a lot of stress. And some fear. And more stress. We almost, almost began to trust each other. It didn't work. 

We had a baby.

We named him Aneirin Soledad Iorio. We call hime Nye, mostly. Or, Beast. Sometimes Monkey, Crazy or Fatty.

I can't say a lot more. Mostly because it's painful. Somewhat because I don't want to embarass myself or her, the mother of my son. She's still his Mom. Mostly it's because it doesn't really matter now. 

We're at the tail end of relatively nasty divorce. Our baby, Nye, is now a toddler. He's amazing, amazing, wonderul and amazing.

You'll see.

I take a lot of pictures of him. And videos. Nye is everywhere. He was famous within minutes of birth - all  over the news . 

My (ex)wife  and I made a beautiful visual essay about his birth and conception . It's something I'm really proud of and glad we did together, before those feeling got lost in the hurt and the bitterness. 

It was recently alleged in court papers that I made threats against my wife a couple of weeks ago. I didn't. The courts are very quick to grant orders temporarily to make sure children are safe.

It's been alleged that I'm unfit to be a parent, that I'm dangerous to my son. I'm not. I'd say most people that know me don't think that either. I'm not perfect, but I try hard and I'm sincere.  And we love the shit out of each other. And now I'm on a state-sanctioned adult time-out. I can't see him. He can't see me. We've spent a large portion of nearly every day together. I miss him. 

I'm not saying Nye hit the lottery with me for a Dad, but he did a lot better than he might have. I've lived an irresponsible life at times, but I've gotten better with each passing year. Mistakes have been made, but I don't think I've ever maliciously hurt anyone in any serious way.  Nye has gotten the best me there's ever been and I plan on being better every day. 

I'm trying to hold onto this crazy special amazing relationship we've formed. I'm trying to be responsible, to be there for him when he needs me -- to be his Dad. 

Our pictures are here.

If these untruths and half-truths stick, things could get rough for us. I'm doing my part. I'm working  6 days a week at 2 jobs, spending my days doing research on how to defend myself, interviewing lawyers. It's exhausting and completely worth it. These lawyers though. They're not cheap. Even the cheap ones are not cheap. I'm sinking into more debt than I thought possible. 

If this came from someone you trust, if you think the pictures don't lie, if you read our birth story, or if you know me or someone who knows me -- and  you think the least Nye and I deserve is a decent chance to tell our story and a day in court, throw your loose change this way. These lawyers kids have to eat too, I guess.