We split up once, got back together, things were ok for awhile. Then bought a house moved in last July, by August he was living in another bedroom. Is back in the same bedroom together. Things were never the same. Now the rollarcoaster started up again. When we split for 8 months, my son ended up physically hurting himself. Both kids blamed me, cried for months on end to see their father, even though he didn't put an effort. My son still sees a psychiatrist, on meds. The horror I went through during that 8 months as a mother, seeing my children beg me to get their father to see them or call them. My happiness is my childrens, that is what a parent should do sacrifce everything for them, only one of us figured it out, me.

