Wouldn't they be happier if I didn't try and fight for my rights to see my son, and give them their space? That's what she wanted. That's what she has been doing for the past six years. Selfishly protecting her secret, and keeping him safe.
But, was it really the right thing for him?
What if he didn't have a good life without me, and would he ever forgive me if he knew that I could have been part of his life, and didn't choose to?
How do you forget something like this? How do you go on with your life and move on from the betrayal? From something as big as having a kid.
A kid that looked just like me, a spitting image of the person I've seen in the mirror since I was a kid.
What have I done in my life to deserve this?
I felt like I was a ghost, and was looking from a third person's pe
