I'm sat here feeling very sorry for myself, and pretty disappointed in myself for doing so.
My 2 children are, tonight, enjoying their first night on holiday in Euro Disney with their mum, her boyfriend and his kids. And, to be quite frank, I feel sick about it.
We've been separated, coming up to, 3 years, in September. She left me for a guy at work and they have been on and off since, but are now living together. I was devastated at the time, and to be honest have never been the same since.
My kids are my world, eldest is 5 and younger is 3 and a half. I have them half the time, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. Money is a struggle, despite working full time, but I scrape through. The kids are never short at my place, but I cannot afford holidays and the like, that apparently their mum can. I realise holidays aren't the be all and end all, and I make sure the time I have with them is quality time. But it still brings me down.
I think the worse thing is missing out on the 'firsts', something I've always thought of as the best thing about being a parent. And the thought that I have missed their first trip abroad, their first time on a plane and the look on their faces when they saw Euro Disney for the first time, really hurts.
So here I am, Sat watching love actually (not even sure how that happened!), feeling very lonely and missing my smalls. I won't see them for a week, which will be the longest I have ever gone without seeing them.