When You Abandoned Our Son I lost the Right to Parent Autonomously
I don’t feel anger towards you. Not anymore that is. Time has healed my pain, though it has not been as merciful to our child. I was naive for certain when we decided to bring a child into the world. Nonetheless, the obstacles I experienced parenting him taught me life’s hardest lessons. While I wish I had been able to learn these lessons in a gentler way, ultimately learning how harsh this world can be has made me more resilient. Damaged to be sure. But resilient, nonetheless.
So it isn’t anger that comes to mind first when I think of you. Its sadness. Its an odd feeling. One I didn’t have the ability to fully feel for years while I was submersed in the thick of parenting alone. But now that our child is an adult. Now that I have had a little freedom to process my feelings … I’ve noticed that what lingers is sadness.
I mourn the young woman I could have been had I not become so jaded so early. I mourn having never had a chance to meet her — the 20-year-old with big dreams and no direction. I never got to be her. I could never afford to stumble. I wasn’t afforded anything.
I started a truly unhealthy pattern in the years after you abandoned our child. By then, I’d become well versed in how to clothe, feed and nurture him without you. But when you abandoned him, really abandoned…
