The boys live with me full time now. They’re finally starting to settle. They’re starting to be children again. Happy children. Even my eight-year-old is on the road to being a happier child.I was rebuilding a family with a new man. That relationship has fallen apart. That makes me incredibly sad. He is gone. The pressure on our relationship was too great, for many reasons. There is no fault in this.In my mind, I’m the strong one. The one who has to hold it all together so that my boys can see that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Life does go on. My boys can get over this, and not repeat the actions that have been so cruelly pushed on to them in such an unjust and unfair way.
