Well, I knew where mine was...knew the house, couldn't get there as it's off a motorway, hadn't a car till last summer.
I wrote - I never had a reply.
I called, but didn't know he had changed his number, so never had an answer to my messages.
So once we had the car, the pressure was there. I snapped one December morning and went there. The new wife was angry but let me in. He came home, she left for a walk.
We talked for 20 minutes. He was still full of shit, basically. I invited him to our child's first Christmas play, visualised him wanting to go, it was his sort of thing, encouraging Ds etc.
He said he would be working that day.
He said 'Thankyou for your courage'.
I left.
I never heard from him again.
One day I might take Ds with me. I know his dad would not be horrid to him, though it would probably be a one off as he has left once, and would hurt Ds again without a doubt.
Up to you, I did it because I felt it was my fault he left us
I still feel it was my fault, though it clearly was not.
Didn't work, and ds still doesn't know his father.
Some men are shits. he actually said he had assumed I'd gone on to meet a substitute father, who had taken his role. I haven't.