for moving so far away from my children. They live in Pa, and I live in Ga. It’s been like this since May of ‘05. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen my children face-to-face since then. I hate that. I haven’t seen them in person since October of last year.
On Saturday, my oldest daughter (7) got tackled by a neighborhood bully and fractured her ankle. When I called them yesterday afternoon, it took all my strength not to start bawling while she told me what happened. I hate that I could not be there while she cried, I hate that I couldn’t console her and possibly make her feel better. I want so badly just to take her into my arms and hold her and tell her that everything is going to be okay, but I couldn’t.
Sometimes I think that there is something wrong with me since I had to move so far away from my ex-husband in order to cope, as well as start over.
