I hope this comes out coherent, for my tears are blinding me. I spent a year estranged from my children, my grandchildren, and earn back one privilege at a time.
But NEVER did I have it spoken to me like this, like you have had the HONOR of it being spoken to you. Listen. Read it over, and over, and over, because it speaks something different everytime I've read it, but the same message of loss and pain.
Our children grow up, never out of our heart. They are ours, and we have the honor of seeing them born, nurtured, flourish, if that is their path. Our part is to ALWAYS be their mother, to ALWAYS 'carry the light.' I want to hug that boy, kiss that boy's tears, tell him there is someone who will be there for him. And he's not mine. But it brings home to me, with a blade, what mine have been through.
We are 'willow' sisters. We bend, we sway, we do not break. You cannot change just for him, but I believe you HAVE a champion to help you in your change. If you want it.
You did something SO right, to have a child that can pour out his heart like that. Who still loves you SO much. Who needs the woman he knew.
Let him know about this place. Let him see that you've shared this. And ask for his help, which he will give, because he still, after all this, gives his love.
It is not easy. His desire doesn't change that. But YOU have a reason more than others I've seen, to want this to happen.
Please, call on me if for nothing but support. I'm not wise. But I am a mother. And what you're son has done has shown me my addiction through my children's eyes. Open yours, Will. Sometimes we don't get a second chance.
RubyWillow
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