If you have been in a custody situation before, I’m sure you can understand what I mean when is say this.
When I see the kids and they’re not in my care (ie, at the soccer game right now), it doesn’t feel like they’re my kids.
They’re not the kids I know.
They are completely different in their looks, mannerisms, and behaviors.
My daughter (she just turned four), is my sidekick. Today, she won’t come near me. I always bring each of them a treat, to ease them in. She won’t even accept the candy 🍭 offering. She’s a candy queen! 👸🏼 It’s not her fault, I know.
It still hurts my heart.
The manipulation is clear.
But gosh, it never hurts less. ✨
When I see the kids and they’re not in my care (ie, at the soccer game right now), it doesn’t feel like they’re my kids.
They’re not the kids I know.
They are completely different in their looks, mannerisms, and behaviors.
My daughter (she just turned four), is my sidekick. Today, she won’t come near me. I always bring each of them a treat, to ease them in. She won’t even accept the candy 🍭 offering. She’s a candy queen! 👸🏼 It’s not her fault, I know.
It still hurts my heart.
The manipulation is clear.
But gosh, it never hurts less. ✨