I had two children starting when i was still a teenager. I married this disgusting man (i was 18 he was 25 ew)because i was pregnant. i tried to stay and be a good mom but after 2 years i couldnt take it,i wanted to love my children but everytime i looked at them i thought of that ugly father of theirs. i left the girl with my mom and the boy with his father. i took off to canada, i’ve been here 4 years, remarried, sucessful, and am contemplating starting the family i always wanted. i haven’t seen my “mistake” children once the whole time i’ve been here, and i don’t want to. they are just a painful reminder of a past life i’ve since buried.