I hate that i have to write you first.. again. That you first impulse is to remove yourself of our lifes instead of faceing your shortcomings.
I thought i made it clear how painful it was, when you cut contact for 4 years in our teens. I get that your mental health told you we'd be better off without you. But i told you we weren't. We needed our dad.
But you did it again. We are grown now. My brother doesn't even consider you family anymore and it just breaks me even more. It feels like i'm the only one crying after a relationship that never really existed.
You'll never meet my brothers girlfriend. She's great and i'm sure it won't be long until the first kids come around.
Grandkids you'll never meet.
And it's nobodys fault but yours.
I wish you all the best but i'm done looking for a relationship with a man, who never wanted us. Who lives in a fantasy world, where everything will sort itself out.