My mom left us when i was 17 ( not a child but still living at home, still reliant on her) and my brother was 13. At the time it didnt really affect me, it does now though, i have tried to have a relationship with her, but its so hard. i do love her, but i can never forgive her for leaving us and cant understand how she ever could.
She had an affair behind my dads back and decided to leave one night and not bother to contact us for over a week, we were all frantic with worry about her, while she was shacked up with her new bloke.
I coped quite well i suppose, i moved abroad repping, which is something i know regret as i didnt realise the effect this all had on my brother. He idolised our mum, really really loved her. her leaving did nothing short of fuck his life up. he became a heroin addict at 16, crack addict at 20 and has spent the last 4 years in prison, he is incapable of maintaining any kind of normal relationship with anybody and lacks the ability to live his life without being totally reliant, he is angry, lies and severly depressed.
its absolutly down to the fact that his mother left him when he needed her the most, this is why i can never forgive her, because for her selfishness, i have to look at a wasted life everyday, who goes into a blind panic if i havent contacted him by a certain time each day and trusts nobody.
there is so much i could write, i could sit here all day and write about it.
I really could never wake up in the morning in a house without my children there, not ever.