Understanding how divorced parents are categorized when applying for financial aid is key to overcoming the negative feelings that come with being defined as a “non-custodial parent”, and ultimately avoiding conflict with your ex.
The College Board sent me an email the other day letting me know that my child is applying for college financial aid, and as the “non-custodial” parent I should complete my section of his CSS financial aid application. They let me know that “failure to complete this requirement will delay processing of your child’s financial aid application.”
The voices in divorced dad’s brain heard the email say, “Hey deadbeat! Your kid wants to go to college. We know you haven’t done anything for him recently. His mom, the custodial parent, has already done her part by filling out the required forms. So get your act together and do something for you child, for once.”
Luckily I had been planning for this day for the previous two years, Continue reading “Non-custodial for administrative purposes only. Avoiding conflict in the college financial aid process.”
“As a divorced dad you probably fall on the cooking spectrum somewhere between the mastery of Gordon Ramsey and the guy that the fire department knows by first name.”
Food. Apparently we need to give our kids some when they are with us. If your crew is like my crew, then they would be happy eating out every night. And if your wallet is like my wallet, then eating out every night, although easier, would make other purchases, like toilet paper and heat, prohibitive. Continue reading “Divorced Dad Cooking: Categorize your way to quick and nutritious meals”
Last night my oldest, my 17 year old son, asked me if he could sleep downstairs.
Context: Since Christmas Eve, when her parents left for a trip to China, my son’s girlfriend has been staying with us. She has been sleeping on the futon in the living room.
With the teenager’s hopeful question, Divorced Dad’s brain went on full alert, “Ummmmm…why?” I stammered. Continue reading “No Sex for You!”
Another divorced friend on FB this Christmas Day:
I’ve listened to way more metal this Christmas than one can wrap their head around.
I just turned off King Diamond to sit in front of the fire.
I was listening to Mercyful Date (<— typo) this morning.
I’ve had a few of those…mercyful dates that is.
Dating for the first time after 20 years…mercy mercy me.
My 41st birthday is tomorrow. The day after Christmas. Last year, for my 40th, I got my first tattoo to celebrate both middle-age and my impending divorce.
Today, with my kids at their mother’s, I started this blog. Tomorrow I plan on going back to the mall with my daughter (12) to exchange the pair of boots that I got her for Christmas. I hate malls. I love my daughter. Continue reading “Of tattoos and boots”