Tonight is the first night dropping off my kids with there dad . I cried so hard it hurts so much. I felt like I belonged there w him m my kids. I just think he's satisfied w us being apart this feeling is tearing my heart. I wish I could b back home.
I've only been living away from my husband for two months and had the same experience not long ago. It hurts my soul every time I have to share my son with my husband. So many BIG feelings. I get though it because its what's best for my boy, but it is soooo hard. I feel like you. I want to be with my family. I feel excluded and rejected. And while I'm feeling terrible, my son is feeling great because he gets to hang with Dad. Nothing about this process is fair or easy.
The first times I had to hand over my daughter to her father then be by myself was awful. I got drunk for a couple of months of doing that (my daughter goes every single saturday night). Slowly I got used to it though but it was awful until I got used to it, felt like I was a bad mother for not having my daughter for the night, felt bad for my daughter having to go over to his house, etc.