Dontaskme as you haven't had contact for almost a year, I'm wondering if this will be your first Christmas living with estrangement or perhaps it will be your second.
It's such a difficult time of the year. So many adverts on tv portraying 'happy families', all of those wonderful gifts we would have bought for our GC if only we'd been given the chance.
I love Christmas it's always been my favourite time of the year and as we approach our 7th estranged from our son and only GC, all that I love about this time of the year is putting into the background the fact that we never have, and more than likely never will, celebrate Christmas with our GC.
I'm going to think about you drinking in the atmosphere as you "look at Christmassy things and smile". Looking forward to looking forward is possible everyday. It took me a while to realise that and made such a difference when I did
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Luckylegs
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It's odd what sets you off sometimes. When we were initially cut out, friends of our ES, some who'd we'd known for years blanked us, it was very upsetting.
When Mr. S. retired just over 3 months ago he received some lovely messages wishing us well, from 2 of them on FB. Last night he noticed it was the birthday of one and asked me if I thought he should just wish them a happy birthday on FB so I said yes, why not.
The response was immediate and a brief exchange of pleasantries followed but although I was pleased I also felt angry. I know that they became parents some time ago, and I always wondered if they'd ever regret their treatment of us when they experienced for themselves, the joy their parents would have being GP's. If it would bring home to them the enormity and cruelty of what our son has done to us.
My anger was irrational of course. It wouldn't have changed things for us if they'd continued to treat us as friends following our estrangement. It wouldn't have made any difference if they'd questioned our ES's behaviour and tried to make him see that he was wrong. One of his friends did this but to no avail.
I suppose my anger stemmed from the fact that some, who'd known us for years, one who'd known us since he was 5 years old, appeared to be so willing to believe things that there own experience of us should have told them couldn't possibly be true.
Last night I was thinking 'too little too late' but this morning I'm thinking it's nice that the birthday wishes we sent really meant something to him, after all this time, and were appreciated
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