I'd posted a sappy poem here a few days ago, about a relationship that recently ended. To say I feel broken is an understatement, as his reason for ending things was to say that he never wanted children and needed me to know he could never love, or even like (!!!), mine. My children are five and seven years old, and of course I am devoted to them. That being said, if I ever do commit to another man that relationship will take a special place in my life as it is one which will influence my children, be a model for them, etc. --- and I'd told him that. I knew he'd chosen not to have children, and asked him to deal with those feelings before we became involved. I asked him to be sure that if we didn't work out it wouldn't be because of my children, as I didn't want to be in the position I am now; of knowing a man left me because of my kids. My kids are awesome, by the way.
I'm replacing the poem, because he's not worth it. I'm still trying to sort things out, though. Still hurting, and still trying to understand how I could truly have fallen for someone who would claim to love me deeply, to want to spend his life with me, and then ask me if I would be ok with him always wishing my kids did not exist (seriously).
Sigh.
