Five Christmases on and it's still so difficult. Most other mummies just take it for granted that they can tuck their children in on Christmas Eve and see their happy, excited faces on Christmas morning.
Instead my two boys are with my controlling b**tard of an ex-husband and I haven't seen them for 15 days.
Sorry to rant, it just breaks my heart this is the price I'll always be paying for finding the courage to leave.
Thinking of everyone who is without their children over the festive period x