I once thought I had a family. One you could sing and play.One you could cry and laugh with. One you could talk and walk with. One you could do just about everything with. Then one day it was all taken away. Now I sit and wonder where it went, for the family is now split. I am by myself while my daughter lives with the father. I get to see her once a month and call her every week. So a family is something in the fog and I will try not to get bog. For it was a happy time for awhile. I guess I need to thank God for those times.

I don't know if I can love again...for it hurt my heart and I felt like a bug that just got squashed to the ground....its been 4 years and I still don't understand what I did wrong and I really thought he was the one....now I try to see my daughter and he has control of that to....so I have to go on and hope that one day my heart will love but what can I say... My family is gone.

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