why the hell am I writing like anyone I. The world would want to read it? Fact is I have no friends, barely any family. Hell my 3 grown children want nothing to do with me. No I dont feel I did anything wrong. I get the girls. They aren’t mine. Sure I helped raise them from 2 and 3 years old. Big fucking deal. I’m not their parent. I just gave up my youth to raising them. His way of course. My oldest son, no clue. I devoted everything to him his whole life. Thought nothing of myself. Just protecting him and giving him the best I could hope for. Trying to raise a good man. I succeeded. He’s the best. He graduated high school with a career. Made more money than myself or his father at 17! Bought his first home at what? 20? Got married at 23. Plus, he’s just a great human. Every single person who knows him loves and admires him. He has such a great heart. Except towards his mother. I’m selfish and put my feelings above his for finally standing up for myself.