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<blockquote data-quote="DammitJanet" data-source="post: 341899" data-attributes="member: 1514"><p>I hear such pain in your post. It really almost brings me to tears. Having kids isnt supposed to be this hard. It isnt supposed to hurt this much. Certainly having a grandchild isnt supposed to be such a time of anguish. </p><p></p><p>I think you are probably doing the best thing for yourself if it feels like the best thing. I know what you mean about going through those old photos. I had lost a lot of mine in a flood and then a year or two ago my dad gave me a packet of some he had and I was just a basket of tears looking through them. My kids thought I was nuts...lol. </p><p></p><p>I know you have probably seen me talking about my oldest granddaughter here. She is the love of my life now but it wasnt always that way. When I found out she was arriving I was very angry. Very. My son was 19. barely. He had only known this woman...who was 3 years older than him and known to be very loose for less than 2 months...and we all knew she had already been cheating on him. Needless to say all of us were sick about it. Even up to the day the baby was born none of us really though Keyana was ours. Baby momma wouldnt let my son in the delivery room either but expected him to sign the bc. He did. I was irate. They didnt even do a DNA test. They never have. By now, we are 99 percent sure she is and even if she isnt, SHE IS! </p><p></p><p>But, in the beginning...I couldnt even hold that baby. I was so sure that she would be taken from me. I was so sure she wasnt mine and they would just leave. I was guarded. I was mad. I was everything. It took me quite awhile but eventually...the baby wore me down. Now...you couldnt keep me away from her...lol. One of the reasons I think she is ours is she has my blue eyes...lol. </p><p></p><p>Your dtr is 17. I couldnt stand my kid from late teens until he was 22. He is 23 now and finally becoming human again. There is hope.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DammitJanet, post: 341899, member: 1514"] I hear such pain in your post. It really almost brings me to tears. Having kids isnt supposed to be this hard. It isnt supposed to hurt this much. Certainly having a grandchild isnt supposed to be such a time of anguish. I think you are probably doing the best thing for yourself if it feels like the best thing. I know what you mean about going through those old photos. I had lost a lot of mine in a flood and then a year or two ago my dad gave me a packet of some he had and I was just a basket of tears looking through them. My kids thought I was nuts...lol. I know you have probably seen me talking about my oldest granddaughter here. She is the love of my life now but it wasnt always that way. When I found out she was arriving I was very angry. Very. My son was 19. barely. He had only known this woman...who was 3 years older than him and known to be very loose for less than 2 months...and we all knew she had already been cheating on him. Needless to say all of us were sick about it. Even up to the day the baby was born none of us really though Keyana was ours. Baby momma wouldnt let my son in the delivery room either but expected him to sign the bc. He did. I was irate. They didnt even do a DNA test. They never have. By now, we are 99 percent sure she is and even if she isnt, SHE IS! But, in the beginning...I couldnt even hold that baby. I was so sure that she would be taken from me. I was so sure she wasnt mine and they would just leave. I was guarded. I was mad. I was everything. It took me quite awhile but eventually...the baby wore me down. Now...you couldnt keep me away from her...lol. One of the reasons I think she is ours is she has my blue eyes...lol. Your dtr is 17. I couldnt stand my kid from late teens until he was 22. He is 23 now and finally becoming human again. There is hope. [/QUOTE]
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