My H told me that I'm a great mom and that the boys belong with me full time. I thought, how convenient. But maybe he believes he can't give them what they need and I can. It's so hard to know. I can't possibly give the boys what two committed and loving parents can give. How can he not see that? At the end of his life, I would think that loving and guiding his children and providing for and protecting his family would be his greatest accomplishment. No matter what else he accomplishes it won't make up for running out on his kids.
Despite everything that has happened and all that H coninues to do I have had more loving feelings surface lately. The anger just isn't there anymore, except for temporary bursts of frustration. I'm confused by this. Is this how it feels to heal? I also feel like I'm still hanging on, hoping for a miracle, but not really believing anything will change.
