Christmas in Chestfield Inlet...again.

 

 

 It has been a couple of years but I am back in Chesterfield Inlet for Christmas.

 We often don't choose the place we are, sometimes the place chooses us. The antipodal point to my homeland, is not that bad. 

  Merry Christmas Chickybabes. 

Eighteen Years - Gone

 

 

 

Eighteen years.

Gone.

It has been a lifetime since I saw my children - eighteen years today since I both saw them together. I was lucky enough - if you can call it that - to see the eldest child once more after that event. 

I may not recognize either child if I saw them in the street.

A counterpart - in Michigan, has just completed 3000 days without seeing his children. The actions taken by the mother of his children are similar to those I experienced - who teaches these women these similarities?

Their mothers of course.

Shame on me though - the red flags were there before we had children, before we were married.

I thought I was strong enough to break this generational curse. I was wrong. If I had to guess I would say that my youngest has followed the same path - and we're now another generation along.

I hope that eighteen years don't vanish for either for my daughters.