It is hard to believe that it has been twelve years since they took you away from me and Patrick. I know that I was not a good mother, but I wasn’t bad either. There were a lot of things I could have done differently but there is nothing that I can do about it right now. I just hope one day you find out all the truths. For example, your father did not have a heart attack like everyone says. Your father committed suicide and if he knew where you and I were, he would have taken both of us with him and while some may say that is a lie, I know it to be the truth. He used to sit outside our house with loaded guns all the time, especially if I had company when you were away. I will tell you that he killed himself the day he was served with a restraining order because for the first time he had scared be very badly and there was such anger in his face. I did not do it because I wanted to keep you from him, I did it because he needed to stay away from me. I would never deprive you from your father, but I guess in the end, I did just that. I do want you to know that I did try everything I could to make our marriage work, he even agreed to go to marriage counseling, but I was not happy and the reason I left him when I did was because we were sitting at the dinner table one night and your father said something to you, you were about 1-1 1/2 years old, and you looked at him with such anger in your eyes and slapped him across the face. I knew it was time to leave because I didn’t want you to end up hating your father.
Our home was not a happy one, although I tried. However, do not get me wrong, I am not putting all the blame on your father because just as it takes two people to make a marriage, it also takes the same two people to end that marriage. After years of trying and your father being an asshole, I quit trying. None of it had anything to do with you what so ever, it was strictly how your father treated me and it started the day we were married. It was almost like I went from being an individual to his personal property. At any rate, none of that is important, or it could be if you are interested in hearing it, but as far as I am concerned it is in the past and I do not regret any of my decisions, except one and that was allowing them to adopt you. They are liars and they did what ever they could do to get you as their own, even lying to your Uncle Don. I knew I was fucked but it was too late and there was nothing that I could. I never thought you would never be in my life again.
Now, as far as some of the things you may or may have not heard. I do not drink alcohol, I did my partying days when I was 21. I only drink occasionally. I do not do drugs, the only thing I ever did was smoke pot and I do not consider that a drug since it is grown by mother nature herself. I no longer smoke cigarettes, I quit 6-7 years ago. I am in no way perfect, I have made mistakes, I made some bad decisions in my past but I dealt with them and learned from them. Patrick is a wonderful man. When we were first together he was on this medicine and he didn’t realize how much it was affecting him and after sometime I got through to him and was able to get him switched off that medicine for good. Patrick treats me like a queen and loves me with all his heart and soul. He would have been a great father to you. We talked about getting married when you still lived with us but then your dad died and we didn’t feel that it was appropriate, so we put it on the back burner so you could have time to heal.
I can say that the person I used to be, she no longer exists. I am so much stronger now, I don’t take people’s shit and I do not lie and anything that I have ever told you has been the truth and that is important to me. I did legally change my first name, back in 2012, and it was the best thing I ever did. With the exception of you not being in my life, which has been hurting me every second of every day, I have a good life. You don’t have to believe a thing that I have said, not that you will ever read this. I did write you today on Facebook, from another account that I have, but I do not see you writing me back and on the off chance that you do, I am sure it will be to tell me to fuck off, which is your right and I will respect that and never contact you again.
I made mistakes, I was NOT a good mother, there were a million things I could have done better but I will tell you one thing that I am not sorry about and that was giving birth to you. I do not miss anyone in the family, they died to me a long time ago. I tried to teach you to learn from the errors that you made. When you stole $5 that I sent to school you got punished for it and I ended up getting cussed out because I had no right to punish you for that. Go figure. So, no, I don’t miss a single one of them. They are liars and I can’t wait for the day that karma pays them a visit and kicks them so hard they will not know what hit them. They deserve all the bad shit that happens to them, that is what happens to liars and thieves and pieces of shit.
At any rate, I did not start this to bad mouth them, I just wanted to get this off my chest. I love you so much, but the little boy that was my son is all grown up now and no longer my son. I think of you and I see the little six year old boy, not a grown man but that will never stop me from loving you. You will always be my son and maybe, just maybe, I will be able to see you again one day, but I am not counting on that. I love you, now and forever.