I have found my thoughts today drifting to what good my mom has done. She adores my son, has pictures of him everyhwere, talks about him all the time, reads him stories, sits and watches his favourite movies with him, does sticker comics with him every week, cooks for him, washes is clothes, cleans up after him, he slept in her bed and they held hands until he went to sleep. And so on and so on. I am starting to pine for her and the good bits. Was she really that bad? Have I over reacted?
I have to stop doubting my actions, boundaries and decisions but it's really hard.
I have read a couple of other messages about grieving tonight - maybe that's it I don't know but I do feel insecure and unsure
PS. This is week 3 of no contact and my son has not once asked for his nannie or grandad, which my husband and I find a bit weird. They used to pick him up from school twice a week and he would see them 1 day over the weekend most of the time????