Most days I wake up thinking most of my children don’t love me. What’s worse is it’s my fault. I was the one who taught them how to operate and function in relationships. This purgatory is one of my own makings. What’s worse is 2 of the 4 kids I didn’t get the chance to bare. They are my adopted stepsons whom I raised from 6 and 3. As I raised them I always imagined that they would appreciate me one day. One day we’d be friends and be close when they had mates. One day when they had kids. One day when they moved out.
They are all adults and one day hasn’t happened. But again, it’s my own mess I made. The only child I have that sees me is my youngest. She is in her 20s and has been a witness to her parents aging and health problems. I had a couple near death experiences she was witness to. Perhaps this has made her realize the humanity that I carry.
I’ve read many books and blogs on the subject. A common denominator is the boy mom burden. It would seem the wife’s family takes priority in many things. From holidays even Mother’s days to weekend visits. It’s something I’ve seen in my own life.
But that isn’t the wife’s fault. She is cultivating her own relationships and already mentally carries a lot. She shouldn’t be blamed from the lack is connection between her husband and his family.
So here I am at the impasse that is my burden. Destined to continue in the purgatory of my own making. Loving a daughter and two sons who only see me as an entitled resource. Until the day I pass and then maybe they will realize how important I really was. But then there is no joy even then. Because I’ll be gone but still watching and there is no joy in seeing your kids suffer. Which is why I find myself in this purgatory.
Do you have any suggestions? Because so far talking to them hasn’t helped? If you are a mom with a good relationship with your kids any advice is appreciated. Thanks


