and see my ex in jail…hell bent on making him miserable. The night before, I hated him..I hated that I had to explain, to a nine year old, why she could not go with me to see him. As the tears poured from her eyes…I had to explain the hard truth. “You can’t really touch daddy.” “He is behind glass”..”you can only talk to him, with a phone”....she accepted finally..”daddy would want you, to go to school.”
I went alone…as normal. As I sat there, the cold glass between him and I….I saw someone, that I had waited 23 years to see..he asked about each every child…he asked about me..and as I said.”we still need to live seperate after this, but I hope, we can raise our children, lovingly, liking each other..”
He responded..”Your life has moved in another direction. I am getting help here, to work out my issues. But I would like to live seperately, but spend time with you and my children.”
After all these years, he may finally be, the man I expected him to be…for someone else