Typical Days

LD's avatarParents separated from adult children

Mondays are rough.  So are the rest of the days in a week, but Mondays are especially quiet workdays for me.  I often find my thoughts wandering to my missing children. 

I try not to dwell on it, unless I have time to actually sort through my thoughts.  I have tons of guilt in this area.  I can easily get lost in all of the shame of this situation. 

The details of the situation just keep me stuck in it, so I try not to think in details.  Were there things I would change?  You bet.  Mostly it is a lot of blurry mess.  Even now.  Even after I’ve beat myself up for years. 

And I have beat myself up.  I’m black, blue and bloody from this mess.  I have called myself every name in the book and then made up some more just for me.  I have hated myself…

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About Sandy

I was married at age 19 and had my son when I was 24 years old. When he was nearly 2 years old I decided to leave my husband. We had nothing in common. I was so lonely. He was an avid hunter and fisherman and while I tried to get into hunting and fishing it just was not my thing. While I was thrilled to be a mom, I spent many lonely weekends with my son. Ironically when I separated from my husband, my husband fought for sole custody and moved my son 1,000 miles away from me. I paid child support and found ways to be with my son throughout the years. We developed a wonderful relationship and he grew into a responsible young man. When he was 26 years old his grandfather passed away and he decided to cut me out of his life . . . I set up this website to find some type of solace and speak to my son . . .
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