In spite of the fact that I feel I have learned much and seem to be able to share what I have learned, I still hurt today.
I miss my kids. It hurts that they believe the lies my XW has told them. It hurts that they seem to value the memory of their recently deceased grandfather over me.
It hurts to see my kids get trained up in the arts of denial and avoidance.
I have learned to live a day at a time. I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that this too will pass. I know God is in control.
