August 15th 2016. That is a day forever burned into my memory. That was the day my first marriage ended. Our son was 3 months shy of being 2 years old. I barely knew him. I had never had to be a parent up until then. His mom fixed his meals, cleaned up after him, bathed him, and put him to sleep every night. I worked third shift during all this time. I would go in at 7:00pm and get off at 7:00am. Even on my off nights his mom took care if him. I would play with him while she was the responsible one. That was just how our life was…
I loved my son with all my heart but I was not his caretaker like I should have been. When we split up I moved in with my sister and her 7 year...