I’m heartbroken about the affect my ex has had being the father of my children, but just as heartbroken about my kids not having their father in their lives. Writing the first part was difficult as I struggle to accept how he is and what he has done. I also have a romanticised view of him. There are good memories. Many good memories. I almost want to think maybe the good outweighed the bad, and maybe the bad wasn’t that bad. But while I shared a home with him, I didn’t feel that way. I shudder at the reality.
Please comment if you understand how I feel.