Good for him. I've never shared this before. Anywhere. But my ex and I divorced when LittleVox was 2. My ex dated a couple of losers from her past for a short while afterwards. One day my little dude and I were outside kicking a ball (he was three), and he tells me that he didn't like his mommy's new boyfriend because he "slapped my face." I calmly entered into a line of inquiry wherein he told me that the guy had been over at his moms, and they were going somewhere. He offered to put on my little dudes coat, while his mom was in the bathroom; and he didn't get to him right away when the dude told him to come over to him, so he told him, "Next time, hurry up when I call you over!'' and he slapped him. I excused myself and called my ex, who immediately broke down and cried her eyes out on the phone and confirmed that it was true. She was shocked that it happened and she immediately threw the bastard out of her house; but had been afraid to tell me about it. The last thing I would ever want to do would be to get into her business; especially right after our divorce when both of us were struggling to find our way as parents, and as single, dating, individuals again. But the dude put his hands in my three year olds face. I asked her where he lived, and I drove over to his house. It was in the middle of the day on a Saturday. I politely knocked on the door, and he came to the door, but only spoke to me through it, and he refused to open it. After several attempts to get him to come to the door, I told him I was going to kick it in instead. I gave him three chances after I threatened to kick in his door. He lived in an older house with these huge thick oak doors. After he refused to accept the third chance for him to be a man and open the door, I kicked the fuck out of the door, and was shocked when the whole goddamn door frame fell into his living room. Door, frame and all came crashing down. At nearly the same time the door hit the floor, a cop had pulled his service revolver at me, and was commanding me to get down on the porch (the guy had called the cops on me
). I complied and his partner quickly handcuffed me. I calmly explained who I was and why I was there. The asshole, was freaking out and crying, and babbling was telling them that I was there because I was jealous of he and my ex-wife. After they put me in the car, I explained everything to them, and told them that the two of them were not involved any longer because of what happened. By now, there were about six cops there, and the officer who had cuffed me and put me in the back seat questioned the guy, who finally admitted to "barely hitting" my son. So, now the cops are giving him nine kinds of shit, and told the guy he was lucky I hadn't killed him. They ultimately took me to the police station, where they also towed my car. Once at the police station, the cop let me go. Apparently, the douche bag refused to press charges against me after the cops told him he'd have to go to court and explain to the judge what had prompted me to act the way I did. He didn't even want restitution for his door. The cop took off my hand cuffs, only after making me promise him I wouldn't go back to the dudes house. "You're an attorney, let the courts handle it. Have your ex file a complaint." I agreed with him, and promised not to return to beat the hell out of the guy. As I was leaving the cop said, "I'm glad you aren't like me, because I would have shoved my .38 up his ass. You just wanted to beat the hell out of him." less than a week later the asshole moved to Texas. My ex still has never forgiven herself for the incident. She blames herself; but I never really did. I know she would never put up with anyone harming her or our son; and LittleVox quickly forgot about the whole thing. So, yeah...I side with that father all the way.