I Actually Gave My Son Away With No Questions Asked

I was married for 12 years to a man I thought was the one.

Five years ago my divorce was finally done. The two years leading up to that day were pure hell.

He had already been through two failed marriages and was the father of four children, ranging in ages from 19 to 5 when we first met. He hadn’t seen or spoken to the first three in almost 5 years. They wanted nothing to do with him.

I knew, though, that we were going to make it and would have that fairytale life that all young girls dream of. I was wrong.

I didn’t realize when he said, “Third time’s a charm,” that he actually meant that this would be the divorce that he would win everything, and by everything I mean our son.

It’s hard to live with a narcissist and an alcoholic much less love one.  After 12 years I had to call it quits. Not only for my own sanity but for all of us.

I firmly do not believe in staying in a relationship, married or not, for the “sake of the children”. There is nothing good that comes out of two adult role models arguing on a constant basis. Eventually you both become two ogres in a house that was once filled with love and was called a home.

People will say that small children don’t hear the words that are slung through the air like samurai swords.

“They’re busy playing their video games,” “They were asleep,” or “They are too young to know what we are talking about.”

Yet if you have kids, you know damn well that’s not true. Those little grub worms are ear hustlers. Listening and hanging onto every word you say. Watching every fist you slam on the table in anger. Every sob you let out into your pillow or under the stream of water in the shower. They know.

That’s why I decided to file for divorce. I was calling in the demolition crew to tear down everything good I’d tried so hard to build up over the past decade, and before you say that it doesn’t have to be that hard on a child, that the parents can be civil and make it as humane for a child as possible, I have to intercede.

My soon-to-be ex husband was out for blood. Not mine though. Our 8 year old childs. He was out for his heart, soul and most importantly his mind.

I didn’t fight for anything in the divorce except joint custody.

I did try living in our house and making the mortgage payments for six months just so I could say I tried but I was going from a dual income of $150,000 a year to $40,000. That’s HARD.

I didn’t even ask for child support. I knew I wouldn’t get it anyway. He still owes over forty grand in back child support to his other children. I did however ask for alimony for two years to help me get on my feet.

That went over like a lead brick.

“It’s your decision to leave, you support yourself,” was his go-to comment at every mediation meeting.

In the meantime I spoke not one ill word to our son about his dad. I gritted my teeth so hard those two years leading up to the finalization of our divorce that I’m surprised I don’t need massive dental work. On the other hand his father was filling his head with every lie imaginable about me.

  • I was cheating on him
  • I left them for another man
  • “You’re mom is crazy and this is what crazy people do.”
  • “You’re mom doesn’t love you or she wouldn’t be doing this.”
  • He was driving by my new apartment and pointing at random cars and telling our son I was having a party with several men and having sex and doing drugs.
  • I was a loser
  • I was a fat pig
  • “This is why your grandmother died because she did the same things and God is punishing your mom because of it.”
  • “Your mom DOESN’T LOVE YOU.

The list goes on and on.

However this crafty man drug this divorce out for two years. Long enough so that when we finally went to court, our son was old enough to choose who he wanted to live with on a regular basis when asked by the judge.

That’s when I put my foot down.

I chose to wave my white flag and tell him that our son could live with him. Anything as long as he didn’t drag this precious boy into a courtroom and make him pick who he loved the most. Let’s face it, that’s what that really means to a child, right?

By this time my son hated me. He never wanted to come visit me or spend the night. He rarely wanted to talk over the phone. I don’t think I have to tell you that the first three years after our divorce was final, were the hardest years I have ever went through.

I was not going to fight a young pre-pubescent boy over who’s house was the coolest, who I had or hadn’t slept with and continue to argue that I was not, in fact, doing drugs or any of the other ridiculous seeds his father had planted.

I did however tell him I loved him every day. I put myself at his disposal. I made sure that my apartment had two bedrooms so he’d always have a place to come home to if he needed.

Sure, I cried myself to sleep most nights and on the nights I didn’t, I sat on my couch, whisky bottle in hand and drank my pain away. I was lost.

Somewhere deep inside though I knew I was doing the right thing. At least for us. I knew that eventually my actions and words would speak louder than the malevolent things coming out of his father’s mouth ever would.

For once I was right. For one damn time in my life, I was right.

Our son is now 17 years old and on the cusp of manhood. He’s a smart and witty young man who is so empathic and loving of all people. He is caring and loving but an asshole at times as well! He is unique in his own way and although we don’t talk about those dark times and probably never will, I know he now sees who his father really is.

Our relationship has grown ten fold over the past year. Jacob confides in me the things that all teenagers wish they could tell their parents but are afraid to. We openly discuss sex and drugs and alcohol and the effects of those things on his life at this time. He trusts me enough to confide in me about his relationships with the opposite sex and while I still grit my teeth daily, the headaches are worth it.

I put my son’s needs first 5 years ago and while I had to let go of many family members and friends because they didn’t agree with my choices at the time, all that matters now is that my son believes in me.

I suspect he always has.

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6 thoughts on “I Actually Gave My Son Away With No Questions Asked

    1. Thank you Liv. I don’t know why this piece came up. I think because I was thinking about how last year I wished his dad a Happy Father’s Day and people were shocked. He did after all though give me my son so…this piece has drug me down some tonight but at least it’s out. I hope another mom out there that has been put in the same position will read this and know she’s not alone 🙂


  1. Oh honey, I so admire your strength. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to do what you did and survive. I have said so many times that my daughter was sent by God to rescue me from myself. So without her, I doubt I would have any reason to be here.

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    1. My son has been my saving grace too many times to count. He’s the reason I keep going. It is very hard not having him here on a daily basis and not having him in the past, but I made myself a part of his life as much as possible and let him know that I still cared and was always there for him. You know I don’t think it was my decision. I really think God made the decision for me and I just went with it. I couldn’t see another way to deal with things. Thank you so much for reading ❤

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  2. Thanks for posting this. My husband made a similar decision with regard to his daughter when he & his ex got divorced. She was 5 at the time. Then, at 15, she came to live with him and their relationship has been the epitome of a good relationship. He made the right decision for her, and so did you for your son. Congratulations. You have the rest of your life to spend with him. I suspect he has always believed in you too.


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