I know you ghost this site, and I know that you read my posts. So why are your searching Destee for my words when the words I write to you, go without a reply? I do not hate you, although I did. I do not love you either, although I did. I hope you are alright, but I suspect you are not. I pray that you will have the courage to grow through this and ascend into a better person. Our son is excellent. I protect him and love him always, and the ancestors watch over him. I pray that you are listening to their guidance, surrounding yourself with positive energies that will enable you to be a role model to him. I forgive you. I have moments where I mourn the loss of our family, I am flesh and blood and my love was sincere. Our anger devoured us. I forgive myself, I forgive us. I wish we had chosen differently, I don't like the idea of our son being a part of the system (you know what I'm talking about here). Broken trust is so hard to repair. I know you will read this, I know that you loved me. I know that you must grieve, I know that you must face your fears and step into your greatness, without stepping on others. I know we will heal.