Trying so very hard to make my family into what I wanted it to be nearly killed me. I held onto the fantasy for years. I thought to myself, why can't he he do what he is 'supposed' to do? Why can't he just see what normal families do? Why can't he just be the kind of father his kids need?
It was really hard, but I finally came to live in reality. To accept that he was not going to do the 'right thing,' as defined be me. He was going to do what he was going to do. I had no control over it. That's when I started doing the 'right thing' for me and my kids. That's when I stopped depending on him to wise up. That's when I wised up.
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