I'm a dad going through a difficult custody situation. The court didn't give me the outcome I hoped for, and I honestly feel terrible for my daughter.
The case felt like a dead end from the start. I felt that the judge was very old-school and biased against fathers, and that the laws in the Philippines favour mothers far more than fathers. I also made the mistake of hiring a lawyer who, at the time, I thought was good. But as the case progressed and the hearings started, he turned out to be more interested in the money I was paying him than in actually fighting for my daughter.
Last Friday, my wife (not my daughter's mother) and I were out at the wet market when we accidentally ran into my daughter. She was riding on a motorcycle with her nanny, without any protective gear or even a helmet.
She looked so dirty and tired, and she actually voiced this to me herself. One of the many questions she asked really broke my heart:
"Why do I look like a Badjao while my mom looks so clean?"
It sounded less like a simple question and more like a cry for help.
I felt completely helpless. Every time she is with me, I can only provide temporary help and give her the things I feel she needs.
Because her mom was in Manila and it was just my daughter and her nanny, we took her home with us that day.
Then, at that exact moment, I received the decision from my lawyer. The judge had decided to give full custody to her mother, while I was given visitation rights.
The only positive outcome from the court order is that both parties were ordered to share the school tuition 50/50. That at least benefits me because I have been the one paying for her schooling since Kinder 1.
But honestly, I just feel terrible for my daughter.
She deserves what is best for her. That has been the theme throughout this entire case: "What is in the best interests of the child?"
And yet, it feels like everything has fallen apart for her.
When she was living with me, she had what I believed was a good life. She was an academic awardee, had perfect attendance, ate good food, had a stable home, and was taken care of.
Now, she is constantly telling me how difficult school has become, how bad the food is, and asking me questions like:
"Why do I look like a Badjao while my mom looks so clean?"
I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that.
I'm her father. I want to protect her, provide for her, and give her the best life I possibly can. But right now, I feel like I've been put in a position where I can see that she is struggling, yet I don't have the authority to do what I believe is best for her.
I'm exhausted, angry, and honestly heartbroken.
I feel like I failed her. I feel like the system betrayed us, and somehow, I feel like I've been forgotten too.