My Grandsons Mother was never married to my Son and they have shared custody. I used to be able to get visits for couple of hours and I am certainly lucky to see them all. Because , I have struggled with family for recognition and for empathy, in which they are not able to provide or understand, my Son refuses to let me see my Grandson as he states "he only has two days", so he spends his time with my son and maybe my sons adoptive parents. As you see, the pain is very unbearable, as I have a neurological disorder and I have struggled with my emotions and my grief for years. The other day, my Son called to mock me, as I have called him many times and he refuses to call me back, so I am just ignored. I did leave a message for him to call his brother and explain that he has a niece who has been born. My Son goes further to discuss on how he has changed his birth certificate to where my name is no longer on it, and continued to mock me, while laughing on the phone about how I have burned the bridges with my Grandsons Mother. My second Son and his wife have just had their baby and my Grand daughter has been alive now 3 days and I have not been able to see her either, nor was I able to go to the hospital as I can not drive because I have seizures. My sister will not take me, my son says I have a created a problem for him, since he is just so busy and has a lot of things to do. I had a lot of stuff to do when I was raising my children and I my heart is so broken beyond repair. I feel I just need to resign myself and pretend I have no family at all. Just thinking about only seeing my family only once a year is just not enough. I am fully aware that I do not matter to my family and that It is beyond repair. My family know that I have had seizures for years and that I can not drive to see them, but it is a trouble for them to see me.
There are no buses here yet where I live and I have no way to see them.
I know I have made some horrible mistakes in my life, but I really truly feel I do not deserve to be exiled and emotionally punished for my bad behavior for the rest of my life. It is not like my Mother or My Father never made any mistakes, because they did, however I did try to forgive them, and tried to make repairs. My family and their loved ones they have chosen do not know the meaning of humility, forgiveness and understanding. They do understand revenge, so that is why I am left with much despair and bitterness watching pictures of my grandchildren on a box on this computer, yet never able to kiss them, hold them or play games with them.
