I am a biological mom of 2 boys...I have been a stepmother to 3 for the last 5 years...currently going through a divorce. The marriage was bad. The husband was narcissistic and a cheater. Although he had sole custody, he would not parent his children at all. Everything was left up to me. Of course we had issues with the kids over the years...disagreements and discussions...Rather than strive to be a better parent to all, he completely withdrew from parenting anyone. If I went anywhere at all my 5 babies were with me. Unfortunately when he was around everything was strained where the kids were concerned...but when he was at work or out with a girlfriend...the kids and I were fantastic. We talked...we laughed...I loved all 5 of them with all of my heart.
The last 2 years I spent in depression...knowing my marriage was over. Knowing it was time to go...but I didn't want to leave the kids. My biological sons loved the home we were buying and loved their step siblings...and I loved it all...Nevertheless, in April 2009, another affair surfaced and that was "the end" of the marriage. My stepdaughter, after hearing about the divorce and that I would be leaving soon, informed her dad that she didn't want to live with him anymore. I had spent many months knowing the end was near. Depressed. Knowing I would soon never see those kids again. I would soon lose my home...and would have to move back to my hometown. That day came in May. The husband had been living with his mistress for days while I took care of all of the children. I had hoped to take care of them while I packed and moved but the stress and pain was overwhelming. We all knew our days were numbered...I couldn't even hug them without crying. On May 6th, he took them...and it felt like the world was coming to an end. As they drove away, my stepdaughter texted "I love you" to me. I just fell to the ground and cried...
They still text me from time to time. All of them. They email me occasionally to tell me that they love me...and that they just don't want to be with Dad anymore...and he won't let them move with their Mother. They ask me for help...I can't help them...And I have my own 2 sons who need me now. For the most part, my biological sons and I have been doing fantastic...we spend more time together, laugh more and are slowly adjusted to our new home...but there are still moments like this one...where I think about how unfair it is that I did so much for them, loved them so much and they were just taken from me.
I left my home in mid June. I loved that place...I miss it. More than that, I miss counting five heads as I walk to through a store to make sure that they are all with me. I miss hearing about their days...watching their shows...It's like someone ripped my heart out. I don't miss their father at all. But I do still cry...not for him...for the children I came to think of as my own.
My biological sons don't see me cry...but they do know that I miss them. We all do. How do you just let go? It feels as though my heart has just been cut out of my chest...And there is no going back...I don't even want to...I just need to know how to let go...
The last 2 years I spent in depression...knowing my marriage was over. Knowing it was time to go...but I didn't want to leave the kids. My biological sons loved the home we were buying and loved their step siblings...and I loved it all...Nevertheless, in April 2009, another affair surfaced and that was "the end" of the marriage. My stepdaughter, after hearing about the divorce and that I would be leaving soon, informed her dad that she didn't want to live with him anymore. I had spent many months knowing the end was near. Depressed. Knowing I would soon never see those kids again. I would soon lose my home...and would have to move back to my hometown. That day came in May. The husband had been living with his mistress for days while I took care of all of the children. I had hoped to take care of them while I packed and moved but the stress and pain was overwhelming. We all knew our days were numbered...I couldn't even hug them without crying. On May 6th, he took them...and it felt like the world was coming to an end. As they drove away, my stepdaughter texted "I love you" to me. I just fell to the ground and cried...
They still text me from time to time. All of them. They email me occasionally to tell me that they love me...and that they just don't want to be with Dad anymore...and he won't let them move with their Mother. They ask me for help...I can't help them...And I have my own 2 sons who need me now. For the most part, my biological sons and I have been doing fantastic...we spend more time together, laugh more and are slowly adjusted to our new home...but there are still moments like this one...where I think about how unfair it is that I did so much for them, loved them so much and they were just taken from me.
I left my home in mid June. I loved that place...I miss it. More than that, I miss counting five heads as I walk to through a store to make sure that they are all with me. I miss hearing about their days...watching their shows...It's like someone ripped my heart out. I don't miss their father at all. But I do still cry...not for him...for the children I came to think of as my own.
My biological sons don't see me cry...but they do know that I miss them. We all do. How do you just let go? It feels as though my heart has just been cut out of my chest...And there is no going back...I don't even want to...I just need to know how to let go...








I'm so sorry.



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