Fears of all of the above has caused me to dodge marriage all my life. The thought of my child support being spent on a new purse rather than shoes for my hypothetical kid, and only being able to see him/her on some measly regulated schedule rustles my jimmies to no end. Why the courts won't at least force the mom to provide receipts for child spending is beyond me. The bottom line though is that the courts just view you as an ATM for the child--justice and morality are irrelevant. I grew up watching my dad get assraped twice despite him being a good father/husband, I'll be damned if I have to walk the same road. Seriously, his 2nd wife was cheating on him, filed for divorce, was caught fucking/making out multiple times with her new bf by my little bro/sis in my DAD's house, and yet she still got custody, the house, child support, and alimony. Within 1 week of the divorce being finalized her new BF moved into my dad's house and my little bro/sis were being encouraged to call him "my other daddy". The court did not care one bit, all they cared about was whether or not the mom did drugs and whether child support/alimony was being paid. Fuck. That. Shit.
I have to hand it to my dad though, somehow he didn't go mental or break down. I know that if I was being fucked that hard, the mere thought of some other dude ramming my ex in my house while my kids watched cartoons in the room next door would send me into a murderous rage. No, don't think I'll be getting married, at least not without some bible sized pre-nup.