I think I have only one regret in my life. That I couldn't find someway to keep my children in my life. I know that this isn't really my fault but I regret it all the same.
When I left my family I was dealing with a flair up of both my Bi-polar and Fibromyagia and my husbands determined efforts to shove me out of his life. He had what he wanted from me, the children. At the time there was so much anger and misunderstanding flying around the air was thick and the kids took their fathers side, I guess because they couldn't understand what was going on with me.
I have tried my best to stay in contact with them. While I was living in the woman's shelter I would visit them as often as I could even if it meant I had to face my husband. When time and options there ran out and I had to move 70 miles away I visited them every time I could get back to town. It broke my heart and one of the few times I cried was when my daughter came home and saw me sitting on the porch and turned around and left again.
I do my best to let them know that I still love them and would like to talk to them. I send them Christmas cards and birthday cards. I always include a note and my contact information. I just don't know if their father or they throw them away without even reading them or they just don't care.
I wish that they could have even just sent me a note to tell me my daughter had married and that my son is engaged and not leave me to find out over the Internet.
I haven't yet given up hope tho some days it seem hopeless. I will always love my children and think often of the good times that we did have.
When I left my family I was dealing with a flair up of both my Bi-polar and Fibromyagia and my husbands determined efforts to shove me out of his life. He had what he wanted from me, the children. At the time there was so much anger and misunderstanding flying around the air was thick and the kids took their fathers side, I guess because they couldn't understand what was going on with me.
I have tried my best to stay in contact with them. While I was living in the woman's shelter I would visit them as often as I could even if it meant I had to face my husband. When time and options there ran out and I had to move 70 miles away I visited them every time I could get back to town. It broke my heart and one of the few times I cried was when my daughter came home and saw me sitting on the porch and turned around and left again.
I do my best to let them know that I still love them and would like to talk to them. I send them Christmas cards and birthday cards. I always include a note and my contact information. I just don't know if their father or they throw them away without even reading them or they just don't care.
I wish that they could have even just sent me a note to tell me my daughter had married and that my son is engaged and not leave me to find out over the Internet.
I haven't yet given up hope tho some days it seem hopeless. I will always love my children and think often of the good times that we did have.