Family

My family (my husband and my children) means the world to me... This past weekend my heart hurt so much. Friday night at the game we saw our Godson Brandon, we hadn't seen him is a while; when HE saw us he had this huge smile on his. His grandma told us that he had been asking for us. So I told her that we would pick him up Saturday. When we got to his house Saturday he was ready to go; he had put his toothbrush and clothes in a plastic bag. His grandma asked us to get down so she could talk to us so we did but we had no idea what she had in store for us. My Godson's mom and I were BF when we were younger but you know as time goes on people grow in different directions. Brandon's parents separated when he was an infant and later divorced. Brandon is now 11 years old his in the 6th grade. We frequently saw him but as our own family grew our time with him grew less and less. His grandma told us that his teacher approached them last year; she was concerned about him. He was not himself; he would daydream a lot and isolate himself from the other kids. The teacher recommended therapy after his grandparents shared with her his little life story. At therapy the Therapist went through so little projects. One of them was to draw his family. Brandon drew his grandparents, his aunt (which still lives at home) his padrinos (me and ariel) a doggy, mind you we were all bundled together and at the corner of the paper his drew this ugly looking girl. The Therapist asked him who that was, he said his mom. The Therapist asked why, he said because my mommy doesn’t want me she doesn’t love me. The Therapist continued with the subject, Brandon went on to say that when he was born he was not pretty enough for his mommy and daddy so they didn’t want him. By that point, I could not stop my tears. Him drawing me and ariel in his “family” picture tore us up. We had not seen him in a long while. I guess we got to caught up in our own family. Ya, we would call every now and then to see how he was doing or call on his birthday, but it wasn’t enough. All this time we thought he was ok. His grandma told us that while his mom was living at home (she was constantly moving out, oh she has two other boys) she paid no attention to him. When she would take her other kids out to eat as a family she’d purposely walk through the house. Brandon would ask her where they were going and if he could go and she say no. He would peak out the window as they were leaving and always ask, “why doesn’t my mommy want me”. She says that Brandon has cried so, so, much for her. He has a baby picture of him with both his mommy and daddy kissing him, he keeps it by his bedside and their wedding picture. He cries himself to sleep almost every day. How can mother treat her child, her first child like that. I’m sorry I can’t go on, maybe I’ll finish later…… Thanks for hearing me out…>