Quick bit of background: single mother to six kids. DD1 is 3, DD2/3 are two and DS1/2 and DD4 are three months old triplets which I didn’t know I was pregnant with until I was six months along. I was with my ex from when we were sixteen to nine months ago. We’re both twenty five now, so about nine years we had together. All six children are his.
About nine months ago, my ex decided he was sick of us out of nowhere. This was before we knew I was pregnant with the trips. He packed up while I was with the kids at my brothers for a few days to visit him (he lived a long distance and ex refused to visit because he said my brother didn’t like him which was true). We returned to an empty house, no note and a changed phone number so no way to contact him without going through his family.
His father passed when he was eight and his mother is a spiteful bitch who hated me and my family for no other reason than that my sister refused to date exes brother when they were ten and eleven. I rang her and asked where he was but she refused to answer at all and changed her number as well.
I couldn’t explain to the girls where he had gone and I just had to say he was away on business. I ended up having two of my brothers move in for the school year due to school distance m and ex turned up once when DB17 was home with DD1. He rang me immediately and we ended up having a big argument over where he went. DB17 took DD1 to our sisters so she wouldn’t hear what was going on and the argument ended with him telling me he didn’t give a fuck about any of us and he was done forever. If the kids wanted to know him, it was tough shit and he said he regretted ever having them with me. I was devastated, more for them than me because i was just anger at this point, but we pushed passed it. I found out I was pregnant with the triplets in July, four months after he left, and I sent a letter to his mother’s house to tell her the news.
I got a phone call then to tell me he had moved halfway across the world with his girlfriend of three years (ouch!) and they were expecting also, but he didn’t want to know us and she didn’t care either. She moved out of town a week later and that’s the last any of us heard about her or my ex.
So, my kids don’t see their father at all. He doesn’t even ring them on their birthdays or at Christmas or anything and it destroys me, but what can you do? They know they’re loved by me and they have my five siblings and my parents too, so they aren’t really falling short. I think they’re better off without him and I hope they think the same when they’re old enough to know exactly why their father left us.
Sorry for the rant but just needed to get it off my chest!