AAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG *headdesks*
I finally sent off the application for another year of Bafög (a special kind of student loan from the state) and a letter to the youth welfare office, so the Bafög office gets the neccessary information about my father (with whom I never had any kind of contact), last Thursday. Just like I did last year. I didn't hear from either office after that last bit of correspondence ("I asked them to send you the info" and "Please send them or me the info or tell me when you can't"). Which, of course, meant that Bafög got their info, presumably from the youth welfare office.
Now I got a letter from the youth welfare office telling me that my file was closed on my 18. birthday (which was before I applied to university, never mind Bafög) and that they sent me the address of my father. Only that I never got those letters.
Haha. *growls*
So, according to the youth welfare office, if the address of my father from last year, which I never got (I only have one that's five years old, so, no help whatsoever), is wrong now, I have to go to the Bürgeramt with a paper saying I have the right to get the address of him, so I can get him to fill out a form and give me copies about his financial situation.
Which he will of course give me the second I tell him who I am. After we've had no personal contact all my life and my mum had to drag him before the courts to get it written into the files that I'm his child. Not that he ever payed even one cent.
After a failed attempt to get those financial records (or even a successful attempt, with him having the money to pay instead of Bafög for my education, which I don't expect him to do just like that) the courts would be the next step. Which takes time, and money, and paperwork. For me, for the courts, for any offices that get dragged into this. And with the employees in those offices on strike. And me in the middle of the semester. Oh joy! *snorts*
And, yes, maybe I am overly pessimistic. But considering that in over nineteen years there has been only one attempt to get into contact with me, five years ago. And I, honestly, have no urge to get into contact with him at all. He could drop off the face of the earth, for all I care. *glares*
There is, of course, still the question where the Bafög office got their info. I didn't give it to them. The youth welfare office didn't, apparently, either. So, did they just check up on him themselves (in which case I hope they'll do it again this year) or they just didn't care either way.
I feel very pissed off right now, and would very much like to throttle someone.
God, I hate the fact that this man, who has absolutely no meaning beyond my conception to me, has this much influence over my life. And it will fucking stay that way until I'm over 27 years old!!!!!!!!!!! *screams in frustration* *punches wall*
Now I got a letter from the youth welfare office telling me that my file was closed on my 18. birthday (which was before I applied to university, never mind Bafög) and that they sent me the address of my father. Only that I never got those letters.
Haha. *growls*
So, according to the youth welfare office, if the address of my father from last year, which I never got (I only have one that's five years old, so, no help whatsoever), is wrong now, I have to go to the Bürgeramt with a paper saying I have the right to get the address of him, so I can get him to fill out a form and give me copies about his financial situation.
Which he will of course give me the second I tell him who I am. After we've had no personal contact all my life and my mum had to drag him before the courts to get it written into the files that I'm his child. Not that he ever payed even one cent.
After a failed attempt to get those financial records (or even a successful attempt, with him having the money to pay instead of Bafög for my education, which I don't expect him to do just like that) the courts would be the next step. Which takes time, and money, and paperwork. For me, for the courts, for any offices that get dragged into this. And with the employees in those offices on strike. And me in the middle of the semester. Oh joy! *snorts*
And, yes, maybe I am overly pessimistic. But considering that in over nineteen years there has been only one attempt to get into contact with me, five years ago. And I, honestly, have no urge to get into contact with him at all. He could drop off the face of the earth, for all I care. *glares*
There is, of course, still the question where the Bafög office got their info. I didn't give it to them. The youth welfare office didn't, apparently, either. So, did they just check up on him themselves (in which case I hope they'll do it again this year) or they just didn't care either way.
I feel very pissed off right now, and would very much like to throttle someone.
God, I hate the fact that this man, who has absolutely no meaning beyond my conception to me, has this much influence over my life. And it will fucking stay that way until I'm over 27 years old!!!!!!!!!!! *screams in frustration* *punches wall*