Almost every second day I hear from yet another alienated parent, we feel each other’s pain as only the alienated can.
We band together worldwide yes it happens everywhere and it doesn’t discriminate, Mum or dad, makes me wonder if there are enough of us in this country for ya all to march into Parliament House in protest, you see the senators we voted for who promised to make a stand have failed, failed us and failed our children.
Below is a message I received today and right when I needed it, Dawn your timing was heaven sent.
When I had my second child Zachary the age gap between him and my first son Shayne was 5 years, having had 5 miscarriages in between.. Shayne asked “mummy when u coming home Imsaid in a day or so, he replied he can’t come home with you, u can leave him here, meaning the hospital.. Asit would turn out they were pretty close.
The pic below was a fundraiser for my eldest son school, why isn’t there father in he family portrait, apparently it was too beneath him to participate.
My dad who sadly passed away just adored his grandchildren, this is with his first, how he loved all of them.
The Picture below speaks for itself… what the hell did he do to them to take this away
5 hours of sheer pain, but it was the only way I could carry them with me forever.
When the kids were erased out of my life, I thought awesome presents would bring them back.. But it seemed their manners the way I raised the had also been erased, not so much as a thank you nothing.. So from that point on I became a wannabe crafty woman, I made them scrapbooks, Coloured metal plates designed with puffy paint and glitter, of course it made no difference.
This week however I sent the 3 of them a very nice watch each, I don’t have a lot of money scraped & saved you know what it’s like. I guess for me the watches symbolised how time just flys by, I wanted them to realize that too late is just that and can’t be undone, I should rephrase I was hoping they would realize.
The inscription on the back of each one reads ” I was always there, now I’m here.
Will this have any emotional effect on them I don’t know, same questions I’m always asking,
Picture quality not the best my apologies.
DO THEY THINK ABOUT ME?
DO THEY MISS ME?
DO THEY LOVE ME?