What They Stole Wasn’t Just Money — It Was a Life My Children Deserved to Share
Before the State targeted me under Title IV-D, my life was built on discipline, momentum, and reach. I was up early, working by 7 AM. Every single day, I drove 200–250 miles, meeting business owners face-to-face. My territory was across a 5–25 state radius and I worked coast to coast.
This was not hobby work, it was the scale required to operate at my level. You can’t make the same deals in a 100-mile radius that you can in 25 states; the math doesn’t work. The world simply doesn’t have enough qualified businesses in one small circle to support that kind of revenue.
Maintaining that level took constant motion and health:
Monday: Chest
Tuesday: Back
Wednesday: Rest
Thursday: Shoulders
Friday: Arms
Saturday: Legs
Sunday: Rest
Then came the seizures, calculated and repeated:
• $2,148/month obligation designed to fail.
• $7,900 taken in April 2024.
• $5,665 seized later that year.
• $2,077 taken without notice.
• $1,892 gone in another strike.
• $13,045.16 attempted in a single hit.
• $6,984 seized outright.
Total financial damage from August 2023 to now: $66,808 and created massive, almost unbelievable collateral losses and harms.
The impact isn’t just financial. Litigation of this magnitude is a second full-time job. Except it’s unpaid, thankless, and exhausting. Winning at this level demands constant vigilance. Every filing, every deadline, every procedural move requires hours of specialized work: legal research, drafting, evidence review, procedural strategy. It consumes your life until the case is done. There are no days off.
And here’s the reality: low funds make victory exponentially harder. I cannot maintain the same level of work and travel that I had before. Scaling my business down to a 100-mile radius is like asking a surgeon to operate with one hand tied behind their back. Sorry, the patient will not survive. That’s not an excuse; it’s a fact of how my industry works.
This is where the injustice is glaring: they have no legal or moral right to dictate the scale, strategy, or operating capacity of my business or career. Yet by targeting my income, seizing capital, and imposing impossible arrears, they indirectly did just that. They didn’t just take money, they crippled the exact conditions that allowed me to provide, succeed, and include my children in that success.
I’m sure my children would have loved traveling to Arizona, Colorado, California, and all the incredible places I was headed for work and life. These weren’t just business trips; they were opportunities to see the world, to experience different places, landscapes, and adventures most kids only read about in schoolbooks.
As a parent, sharing those experiences with my children isn’t just a “nice to have,” it’s an essential part of building a deep and lasting bond. Road trips across wide-open deserts. Watching the sun set over the Rockies. Standing on the Pacific coast hearing the waves crash. Stopping in small towns and big cities, meeting people from all walks of life.
These are the moments where family stories are made, where inside jokes are born, where lessons are taught without a classroom, and where a child learns who their parent truly is, not through court documents or payment ledgers, but through living life together.
The state didn’t just take my income; they stole those moments. They stole memories that could have been. They took away my ability to fold my children into a career and lifestyle that was in full bloom, on a trajectory that would have set all of us up for a lifetime of stability, opportunity, and shared adventure.
Instead of being able to say, “Come with me, let’s do a trip!,” (if they weren't in school of course) I was forced into survival mode, counting dollars, canceling trips, and watching opportunities pass us by because the state decided to punish me for standing up for my rights.
You can replace money. You can’t replace the years of bonding, growth, and connection that were lost. And that is something no “child support” calculation can ever justify.
And the collateral damage is brutal:
• Gym membership lost; my health has declined in just 6 months.
• Business travel, the very engine of my career, shut down.
• My second repossessed; current vehicle under constant repossession threat.
• Eviction and housing instability.
• Relationships strained or broken.
The most painful part? My children are excluded from the life we should be sharing. A life of seeing discipline in action, traveling, meeting entrepreneurs, and understanding what hard work can achieve. Instead, they are kept at a distance by a system that confuses “child support” with “state revenue collection.”
The program was never intended for fit, loving parents. It was meant for the truly absent. The proverbial “left for milk and never came back” cases. But now it is a cash extraction engine, incentivized by federal kickbacks, that thrives on punishing those who are already present, engaged, and capable.
They knew exactly what they were doing when they set arrears at $20,000 and obligations up to $2,148/month. They knew it would strip away the tools I need to work. They knew it would stunt my health, my reach, and my future. And they did it anyway.
This isn’t “support.” This is targeted destruction with my children as collateral damage.