As I raised her I know that somehow I must have got something wrong, that’s shameful to me. I feel loss and there is a void in my life, there always will be, she part of me. I do see mine sporadically, but she’s a different person, cold, you used to be warm. However I do have a happy life and no longer hanker after reconciliation, the past hurts to deep now to move on from. The least anyone deserves is a fair hearing and a chance to put things right.
I cannot for the life of me, think why anyone would cut their child out of their lives, unless they were violent or had severe mental illness and mood changes, because with the best will in the world they push every button until your on your knees but they should have tried every way they could to sort out the problems, to cut out little grandchildren their own flesh and blood, beggars belief. The problem is them and one day they will bitterly regret it.
Knitting novice, be happy with what you have, the sound of your parents you all had a lucky escape.