It’s been two months (almost) since I’ve seen my two little
boys. Two months since I’ve heard them call for me in their sweet voices, two
months since I’ve held and kissed them. This is the longest we have been apart
in Keaton’s 6yrs and Eli’s 2yrs of life.
It’s a shame I am being treated like someone who could/would
harm them. I have done nothing but give my all for those boys, so much it was
draining me financially and emotionally. But because their mother and I can no
longer get along I am being punished. Why every time we disagree is that her
first reaction? The boys don’t understand. The last time this happened and I
did get to see Keaton again, it broke my heart when he said “adults shouldn’t fight,
they should just love the kids.”
I put on a brave face during my daily routine. I don’t think
of them as often, but they still cross my mind. However, at night my control
over my emotions and thoughts is lost. I often have heart wrenching dreams of
the boys, weeping uncontrollably, as I often did while awake when this first happened.
Nights like those leave me feeling sad and drained.
When I don’t think it’s possible for my heart to break any more,
it shatters again. The sadness I feel is unlike any other I have felt. My heart
aches, my soul is devastated and the emptiness I feel doesn’t seem to be
capable of being filled again.
To end this heartache I could just accept life on her terms
but to do that would mean living the torment of these past 6 yrs all over
again. I can’t go on like that. This is where I am stuck, for now. Maybe later
on negotiations can start but for now I am standing up, sometimes while holding
on for dear life, to make a change.
I cannot be used, abused and lied to any more. I have to demand
changes, I have to draw a line in the sand, and I have to set boundaries. No
matter how painful it is, my happiness, my well-being is important. I cannot give
in, no matter how badly I want to, or how easy it would be. In the long run
this will be better even if it means tremendous pain.
I do not know what the resolution would be. It would be
great if their mother and I function like separated parents, only communicating
when it pertains to the kids. I being allowed to spend time with the boys during
prearranged dates/times. Not being contacted at the last minute and expected to
drop all plans. But it is hard for me to watch the boys being parented badly,
so even this limited contact is hard on me. I do not know what the solution
would be. I do not have the answer.
This is why my heart breaks over and over again.