You don't know me, we've never met.
Our sons are the same age, if we lived in the same town, they'd likely be classmates, maybe even friends.
I met your ex years after he abandoned you and your unborn son. I can only begin to imagine the hurt you had gone through. What little I know regarding your situation makes me hurt for you, and I feel immense guilt at the awareness that despite slipping so easily into the role of step up daddy to my own two children, he has never done the same for you and yours. We entered his life at a time he was making huge changes, one of which was to do right by you, to do right by your son. By being part of his life.
The guilt... Oh mama, the guilt... I watch my own sweet babes bio dad cause disappointment after disappointment. I see their little hearts break and I am so so sorry that we've become yet another road block to your son's happiness. Your ex is not a bad person, he made bad choices, and though I know it provides little comfort, he deeply regrets it.
I fear that one day he would decide to have his "real" family back, if you would have him. Despite this very real fear, I will make you a promise.
It will take sacrifice; but we will move cities, we will do whatever is necessary to insure your boy has some form of relationship with his dad. It may take time, but I promise you I will not, CAN NOT, be what stands in the way of a boy and his father. Please, if you will have us. I don't expect you to like me, in fact, I fully expect you to resent me. But know that, as one mother to another, I want our kids to come first.
