HistoryloverSenior Contributor
Guess what.
Hello everyone,
Today I have something to take my mind off things. I went to my GP a week ago and mentioned it was my daughter's birthday. He knows my situation. In the past 37 years, after giving them up to their father and his 'friend' so that they would only have one set of rules to live by, I have contacted them about three times by letter, just leaving them in peace. I thought they would mature and realize that I had their best interest at heart. My GP told me to write to them and he talked me into it although the psychiatrist I saw recently couldn't. So I did, and today I am being served with an intervention order. I'm stunned at them all, but it is just the sort of dirty deed I should have expected. Words fail. A window into what drives these difficult family situations. Such dirty business. Until the day before I left I had been the best mother I could be and there had never been any complaints, but my family was always 3 against 1.