Re:Stepfathers curse wolly1234: Yea, it sucks. I miss them. Really bad. Everyone keeps telling me to let go. But that is not the kind of person I am. When you make that kind of commitment to a child, you keep it. At least as far as I am concerned. WHen you tell a kid you love them, and you really do, You don't just throw that away one day. It doesn't happen like that. I watched 2 of 3 graduate. When I first met them they were really young. The oldest was twelve. I went through all those awkward years with them, and we figured it all out. But she is there mother. I understand that part. What I don't understand is her not understanding it. ANd making them feel bad for having feelings for me. My only hope is that someday they'll break the apron strings enough to overcome that, because they have to know how I feel. I made sure they knew. Every day. I treated them as my own. In my heart they were.
But I know her. ANd she'll fight'em over it, till she's six foot under. I definitely picked the WRONG WOMAN.
I have them in my heart, though. And to get me through I have to believe that somehow they can feel that. WHen I say goodnight to them each and every night. I convince myself they can hear me. Goodnight T,,C,,and S. I love you.
Re:Stepfathers curse Spectrum: As hard as this may be to hear, it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. **
Cherish the memories you have, and remember that you had the opportunity to help guide them through one of the most difficult and important times in their lives.
They can't forget that, and she can't erase that.
Spectrum.
** Feel free to throw rotten fruit. This is one of those truisms that tends to make people want to punch the person saying it. **
Re:Stepfathers curse wolly1234: Naaa. No rotton fruit. Your'e right. That's how I'm starting to look at it. Only way I can look at it. Maybe someday I'll have some kids of my own. Maybe.
Besides, I wouldn't waste perfectly good rotton fruit. I can use that for compost on the garden. I'd pick something else to throw. Something that would travel farther. Something frisby-like. A music CD maybe,,,,,Hmmmmm.,,,, who's music CD's could I zing???
I got an idea!!!!!! B.S. That's a funny coincidence,, the initials.
Just kiddin....
