My daughter is now 18, still doesnt want to know me. I found out what college she is by just using my computer. She looks good and sounds good on you tube.
The last question about her being molested, she had told me that one of my so called male platonic freinds had touched her in places they should not have. I did not believe her, perhaps its true, do not know.
I now have not seen her in over 4 years, it really hurts. I am all alone and not well but glad to see that she is doing so well in college. I know her dad did take her to a therapist which she told me was her second mom. She did live with her dad and his mother, a woman who loved her more than she loved herself.
She seems ok on you tube, but how should I know how she really is? When I tried to instant message a freind of hers to ask how she is doing, this freind copy and pasted it to my daughter, my daughter called the police and wanted me arrested for stalking her on the web. Now you have got to be kidding me.
I have resigned myself to the fact that I do not have a daughter, never will, that it was all a dream and in the past. I must go on with my life as if I never had my son or my daughter. If one day they wish to see or talk to me, who knows if I will be willing to see or speak to them. The pain they have caused me is so painful that the therapist I see, hardly knows how I handle it.
He has explained to me that my mother, who has my son aged 26 taking care of her hand and foot(she is 94 and leaving everything to him-I am her only child). He tried to call the police on me for wanting to say goodbye to her last summer as she has a summer house around the corner from my so called bed and breakfast. They are all nuts, including my ex who refused to do anything constructive about trying to get a relationship together with my son and daughter, in fact, I believe that he inflitrated my family with his deceitful ways(a lt col in the special forces) and turned everyone against me.
All I did was want to move out of NYC, disgusting Queens where my son was doing lots of drugs, both had no friends as other ethnic groups had moved into our area. My mother had controlled my life forever and I just had to leave that area as having 3 husbands in that house 2 blocks from her was too much.
I tried to live in her house up here for 6 months but she did not like the way I was decorating and fixing it, so out I went and bought this monster of a place that is choking me 10 years later, thinking I was doing right for my children and myself. My ex even bought a house up here 2 years after I moved up here only to move back to the city to go back to college at age 55 to become a teacher and lower my child support to almost zip. He is now on SSD and you know, I wish him dead, I really do. He has PTSD and has gained 100 lbs from the VA drugs, I just pray he goes soon as he has outlived his purpose on this planet.
As you can see I am very bitter. My son might also be gay, thats just wonderful, my son, the faggot. Sorry to use these terms but well, its ok, I love gay people, but not the life I want for my son. I just cannot believe that the butt I wiped is not getting it up the butt with God knows who. He had such talent as an artist, won the esteemed Heiny art award at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in 99, shoke hands with the president of Pratt at the age of just 16 and now, he is my mothers lacky, driving Ms Daisy around.
I just don't get it, does anyone here get it???
Joyce
