Hi everyone,
I’m not sure how to start this. I’ve been reading posts here for weeks but only just got the courage to join.
My son Jake is 12, haven’t seen him in 3 years since my ex moved him to Perth. I’m in Brisbane. I send cards and presents but never hear back and honestly don’t even know if he gets them.
Found this place through google at 2am one night when I couldn’t sleep again. Reading your stories… it’s awful but also somehow helps to know I’m not the only one going through this.
Not really sure what else to say. Just needed to write it down somewhere I guess.
Mei x
Oh Mei, three years is such a long time when they’re that age - Jake’s gone from 9 to 12, those crucial growing-up years. I know exactly that 2am desperation, scrolling through anything that might help the pain make sense.
I’m five years in with my grandchildren, same situation with the cards and presents disappearing into the void. Perth to Brisbane feels so final doesn’t it - like they’ve put an ocean between you even though it’s the same country.
The not knowing if he even receives them is the worst part. I still send Christmas and birthday cards to my grandchildren in Manchester, never knowing if they make it past the front door. But I keep sending them because… well, what else can we do? One day he might wonder where his mum went, and at least there’ll be evidence you never stopped trying.
You’re definitely not alone in this, love.
God, 3 years… I’m so sorry. My daughter’s been gone 8 months and I already feel like I’m losing my mind, can’t imagine how you’re surviving 3 years. The not knowing if he even gets the cards is the worst part isn’t it… that awful silence where you just send love into the void and hope.
Brisbane to Perth is so far too. I’m glad you found us here x