The Story Behind Country Poem #8: Pullin' Out My Pockets

I guess I should have seen it. I was her second husband. She made him out to be some real evil guy. The truth is he did have a dirinking problem, and once he got past that, he was quite a nice guy.

However, like I am now, he was garnished for child support. Back then it was 100 bucks he was paying for 3 children. Now granted the money did help, but what disturbed me is that it was usually cashed at the little store by our house and the first purchase was usually a 12 pack of beer. And I don't drink.

Now that I'm paying through a garnishment, I can only imagine how bad it is. I know that I heard that the kids never really saw any of the money. But that doesn't suprise me.

So when I wrote this poem, I was explaining that I just don't have the money she thought I had. I struggle to give what I give and at one point I thought not having enough meant it was money she was after. At another point I thought it was the emotional connection. Maybe it was both, but when pushed to the extremes, it is simply not possible to supply it all. In a lot of ways, I'm still a broken man.