Our son was a happy little boy, I just have to look at our family photo albums to see that. He had a smile on his face in every photo.He was very much loved. Now, fifty two years on, I feel nothing for him at all. After a difficult teenage, nothing like drug taking, but just pulling further and further from us, he went to uni and met his future wife. She had a traumatic childhood, her father leaving the family home when she was twelve. This has resulted in us having thirty years of an on/off relationship with him because she didn't want to make a family with us. There was a card at Christmas, birthdays and Mothering Sunday, no presents, no flowers, nothing. For the last twelve years not even that, we haven't seen or spoken to him. He is in contact with our daughter sporadically. We have both just turned eighty and I can't forgive now, for me it's unforgivable that we should be treated so badly. It's too late now for us and so very sad. I have to say I feel no love.