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There comes a point...

 when you need to let go.  You can chase someone for years, wanting to build a relationship, repair the damage to the relationship from the past but if that someone doesn't want what you want...why are you chasing?  Whether that is a romantic interest, a friend, a family member or even your own child.  There comes a moment in time where you need to stop and have more respect for you.  Why are you chasing someone who clearly doesn't want a lot to do with you?  you are only breaking your heart more than it already was.  Stop.  Find the strength to let them go to live their life.  Will you be in it?  With some?  No, you won't.  With others?  Maybe on a very limited basis.   There will be others it will be not at all.    There has to come a time when you have to stop demeaning yourself and allowing yourself to be made a fool.    This week was that moment for me.  My heart is broken but it isn't the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last.  Will she regret her choices?  In regards to me...no, I don't think she will.  I am just that unfortunate tie she wishes she could untie.  I believe, in her eyes, I'm just the incubator.   As much as this destroys me, as her mother...I'm respecting her wishes and I'm letting go.  I will not chase her any longer.  I will not fight for a relationship.  She has made it clear she doesn't want one.  I will respect that.  




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