I did, and it’s haunted me since.
My ex was a nasty piece of work, to me. Our boys he idolised. I always felt like an outsider, it was them versus me.
Things came to a head one day and he told me if I didn’t like it I could leave. I said I was taking the boys and he refused. In the end he changed the locks to the house so I couldn’t take them.
He then proceeded to brainwash them, he’d started when we were together. I think because I left I brought shame to his family and he was embarrassed because status was everything to him. So he had to make out it was my fault, and make the boys hate me as much as he did. I almost felt used, I gave him the three sons he wanted and then I wasn’t needed. I do wonder what would’ve happened if we’d had girls.
Anyway presents were returned unopened, letters returned ripped up. I was told to leave the school grounds because he’d said stuff to the school, and I no longer received school emails.
In the end, for my sanity and mental health I had to admit defeat. I wasn’t getting anywhere and it was eating me up. I wish I hadn’t in a way, but my ex was determined to make sure I paid for leaving.
I’m now married again, with twins who are the age my youngest son was when I left. It’s brought things back in a way because soon they will be older than their brother was when I knew him.
I hope one day they will get in touch. I think about contacting them on Facebook but I’ve had enough rejection from them to last a lifetime.