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All family arguements have two sides of the story.
There's a lot more than 2....All family arguements have two sides of the story.
All family arguements have two sides of the story.
I miss my 21 year son. I last saw him for just 30 minutes three years ago at my Mothers funeral. Zero contact since. Prior to that it had been about three years during which we had three or four hourly visits arranged by his Mum. He now blanks my e mails and texts etc. It hurts more than I can say. One day I hope he will pick up the phone or show up maybe. I tried, I really did. I won't ever give up on him, but it's his choice to cut all contact. I respect his choice now as an adult in his own right, and until he feels differently, I have no choice but to take the pain every hour, and carry on with my own new life. My door is always open to him and those in his world, always will be no matter what. I think he is still at University in London but he may have moved to Germany by now. I have no idea. I live each day not knowing if I will ever see my only son again. I blank it as much as I can, mostly on a bike, because I cannot deal with that thought. Perhaps one day he will want to find out who I am now, and we can chat as friends, grown men, and accept each other for who we are, Father and Son, no matter what why or whatever. I hope so with all of my heart.
I remember talking to a guy at work about how I've not seen my dad for nearly thirty years after he ran off with another woman. At first he came back a few times but then the visits stopped, I wasn't too close to him so it's never really bothered me.I miss my 21 year son. I last saw him for just 30 minutes three years ago at my Mothers funeral. Zero contact since. Prior to that it had been about three years during which we had three or four hourly visits arranged by his Mum. He now blanks my e mails and texts etc. It hurts more than I can say. One day I hope he will pick up the phone or show up maybe. I tried, I really did. I won't ever give up on him, but it's his choice to cut all contact. I respect his choice now as an adult in his own right, and until he feels differently, I have no choice but to take the pain every hour, and carry on with my own new life. My door is always open to him and those in his world, always will be no matter what. I think he is still at University in London but he may have moved to Germany by now. I have no idea. I live each day not knowing if I will ever see my only son again. I blank it as much as I can, mostly on a bike, because I cannot deal with that thought. Perhaps one day he will want to find out who I am now, and we can chat as friends, grown men, and accept each other for who we are, Father and Son, no matter what why or whatever. I hope so with all of my heart.