How I did it: I stopped working while my son was talking and looked at him directly, for a start.  I also started working full time from home much to my work's dismay.

My adopted older son, I asked him to help me come up with a solution, because I had run out of ideas.  He did, and now he's living with his grandparents.

My adopted daughter has reached out to me and we have a tentative relationship, though I internal distance myself from her chaotic lifestyle.

Lessons & tips: It's not all happy-happy-joy-joy.  Some things can't be fixed.  I found I could not break myself down enough to be the father the older son wanted, nor could I erase the history between us, we were doomed to repeat the past.

My youngest son is growing and accepts love and sees life differently than his older brother.  We are both redeemed and hopeful for the future.

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Aug 04, 07:53AM PDT | 0 comments | 2 cheers