Today is the fourth day without my 16 month old son Danjer. My wife is an extreme case of bipolar schizophrenea, topped off with heavy anxiety. Not only that, she quit taking her meds a couple of months ago. I cant lie, Im glad she is gone, but she took my son. I cant find them anywhere, and its killing me!!! The only reason she had for taking him was to "make me hurt as bad as I made her hurt". Im not the best husband, father on the planet, but I was pretty damn good!!! Im the only one who ever took care of my son, while she laid around being a hypochondriac upset with the world. Im also the only one that worked. She stole everything of value from me, including my last twelve dollars. I dont care though, she can have it all, I just want Danjer back. Ive been so sick since hes been gone, I cant eat, or sleep. I cant concentrate on anything cause I miss him so bad. Goddamn this fucking hurts. Every minute I miss of his life is a minute of his life I have missed. Hes growing up so fast, and learning so quick, I dont want to miss out on that. I wish she would come to her senses and realize what shes doing is wrong.
