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For The Love of My Son
Contributed by
chromeplatedhrt
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Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 03:47:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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i am not alone
but lonely i am
in this broken home
much more than i can stand
the love of my son
keeps me at bey
it is only for him
that i do not stray
he needs me here
is what i like to believe
but i know in my heart
it's only me i'd deceive
he would be just fine
without me i know
i would always be close
i could still watch him grow
but what about me
how would i go on
without his precious smile
i need it to be strong
i live for his hugs
his kisses make my day
i need to hear him laugh
i love to watch him play
so for now i will stay
it's the sacrifice i make
my happiness for his love
there is just too much at stake
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Re: For The Love of My Son
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by vibes2go on
Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 03:50:39 PM AEST
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| That's what I thought; but in the end .. the abuse that went on did more damage .. and now my son is 37, paranoid, on drugs and I am just waiting for a call to tell me he is dead .. that will be his bottom .. I should have left the marriage when he was a baby .. before he witnessed the sadness .. and before he could be a part of it .. |
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Re: For The Love of My Son
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by Stellar on
Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 04:10:46 PM AEST
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How sad. Isn't there a way for you to still be in your son's life without staying where you are?
I do pray everything works out for the both of you in the end.
Take care,
Liz |
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Re: For The Love of My Son
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by brokenandinlove16 on
Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 12:46:12 AM AEST
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| I am 16 years old and I've been in foster care for 5 years.. i love it here but i hate the nightmares.... i have seen down the barrel of a gun and ive had my share of black eyes... ive been out in the snow in my bare feet for hours listening to the yelling and hitting of my family members (i have ran away twice.. and stayed away once for 3 days)... and the sadest part is my mother wasnt around.... i lived with an uncle, my grandparents, and my father (who i would kill if given the chance)... my mother had me when she was 17 and my brother when she was 16... i wish sometimes i were never born... or that she would have taken me and left... instead she called my father and told him to come get me and my brother.. (we lived with her and then moved to come live with him)... i lived with her until i was five then moved in with my father and his parents... at seven my father began to rape me and continued to do so for four years until i told the police during a school event (i got out of there at the age of 11)... i wish i still lived with her and her many boyfriends, and all her drug and alcohol problems... i would rather be there than have to live with the nightmares i wake up to EVERY NIGHT!! ... i was born two months early because my father pushed my mother through a window... i would get your son out of there..... even if you have to run... take it from me a broken child... he will forgive your for taking him away from there... he will never forgive you for making him stay and live through all those "nightmares"!! *many prayers that you do the right thing*... *big hug* and good luck :-) *sorry so long* |
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Re: For The Love of My Son
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 02:42:09 PM AEST
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i don't have the words to say how much this hit me, and my "home". I felt each and every line. I know this sacrifice. A kindred spirit you have here. I struggle too with when is, and how much of, enough going to be enough. You say well what I am sure many more are too soft spoken to.
D.Sapelo |
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