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He has also admitted to me he would have rather I had gotten his Dad put in jail rather than be the one to leave (when I asked him), but I know that would have panned out badly and I don't really believe it, as they have all
Yep. So I stayed. And tried to get dad put in jail. And it did pan out badly. And my kid hated me for years. I consider it for good reason, but that's me, and our unique situation NOT a view on yours. Just confirming what you already know, most of the time it's the same hell but without the ability to build a life.
Point being? ESPECIALLY during the years he hated me: What @The Albatross said. Keep it simple. Divorce all the rest of it from your head and heart and purely focus on the single reason why you're reaching out : Happy Birthday. I love you.
All. About. Him.
Zip zero nada zilch about you, his dad, your history, your other feelings/ regrets/ hopes/ desires/ fears. 100% about him. In that moment. All the rest of it? Is too much. It's too heavy. And he already has his own version of that complicated can of landmines & grenades (screw worms, this shit is ballistic) in his head & heart. The time to really tackle the hard stuff? Is when the relationship is good. Which, to be honest, will be YEARS down the road built on hundreds and hundreds and thousands and thousands of neutral encounters that are very specific to that moment. It's a kind of trust building.
Fair warning... He'll probably hurt you with it / the past... A lot. And you've got your own can of landmines & grenades ready to dump out. But if you value building a relationship with your son? It's very much a one way street, in my experience. First I had to prove I wouldn't ignite his. Then, no matter how much he ignited mine, I wouldn't take it out on him. Then? We've started building a relationship.
Mines still a teenager. I fully expect it to revert at least one more time to his hating my guts for what I allowed to happen to him. And I did. I never abused my son. I ALSO didn't protect him from being abused. Which, to my mind, makes me even more guilty than his father. Because I knew it was happening and didn't stop it. That's my cross to bear. And I fully expect the whole process to take years... If I'm lucky... Of rebuilding our relationship again. Assuming we both make it through that.
It's hard f*cking stuff.
And NONE of it can bleed into those point-to-point contacts.
It will.
For it not to? Requires sainthood.
There's too much love, grief, regret, remorse, anger, all of it...for it never to.
But it sets everything back like crazy, every time it does.
This point. This purpose. Nothing else. Keep it simple. Keep it direct.
Happy birthday. I love you.