With the onset of the new man that was my first husband I find myself in a quandry of strange emotions. I went to pick up our son Saturday evening and I ended up sitting in the mans livingroom floor digging through tons of photographs from when we were married. Somehow in the divorce he ended up with most of the pictures and then through the years I never had the money to buy the boys school pictures. My ex was wanting me to look through them and pick out the ones I wanted.
I now have tons of pics of my boys from when they were little. God how I missed those! God how I miss holding my little boys and rocking them to sleep. How I miss playing with them. I have so many regrets. I have a ton of anger still. I have a whole lot to work through.