I shouldn't have to say it, but I will.
My children are more than a matter of economics.
They are daughters, not child support figures. Or tax deductions. Or entitlement to a portion of my ex-husband's potential military retirement, should he reenlist.
Much as I really want to be left alone to raise my daughters in peace, I don't give a flying fuck if Robert going back into the Navy nets me a "piece of a bigger pie."
Money and health insurance and, verily, even Commissary access are not an adequate substitute for a caring, present father and an intact, working family.
I'll take what I can get. But the next man who talks to me about my children in purely monetary terms is going to get a kick in the nuts. And I'm going to bust open a can of Jeremiah Wright on everybody's ass and say the following: God damn my husband's lawyer for arguing money. God damn the mediatior for telling me I should be content for my kids to almost never see their dad because it means I'd be getting more child support. And if Robert really was voluntarily considering everything from a money standpoint, then God damn him too.