My son had some marvellous news! He has met a girl at university, a law student, and he wants to bring her home on saturday for dinner, to introduce her to me and Graham. He says she’s extremely nice, smart and funny. Sounds good!
I am so happy – and curious… 😉
My son had me sitting down before he went on. Then he said:
“I’ve told her my father’s dead. I told her he killed himself.
To me, I’m not lying, mummy. You see, my father is dead. The father I had chose to take his own life by giving his life with us up, knowingly stabbing us in the heart and giving up on me, on us and being such a sick sociopath that he had actually managed to make himself believe that we’d forgive him. He killed himself. By giving his children up. By choosing to fuck a teenager instead of being a father to me and my sister, and being a husband to you. He just killed himself, do you see mom? You know when he said to me that what he did wasn’t bad, that “daddy’s allowed” – he just died, see? And if I ever have children, that’s what I am going to tell them too – that my father committed suicide in 2010.
The only way I am able to even think about him is to consider him dead.
Ok? So that’s what I have told this girl.
My father committed suicide in 2010.”
I love my son so much. I’m happy I can put my arms around him.
I can understand men who give up half their lives with their wives to take on a second wife.
I can never understand men who give up half their lives with their children. Men who believe that they are the ones who decide if “daddy’s allowed”. In the end, they have no say in the matter. My husband, who is still hoping for a reconciliation with our son, has no idea that to him he is dead. That he committed suicide Nov 5 2010 by taking a second wife.