Topic > what to say I looked back… at the center of the paper… I don't hate it. I just didn't love him or trust him anymore. After that night I promised myself that I would work on being nicer to him. I make a point of asking girls if they've talked to him and when they'll see him. I have reminded him of events that may cause a conflict with his scheduled visit and have offered to switch weekends to ensure he has time with his children. Three months have passed since that night. I spoke to him once. I wish I had been stronger. I allowed the people around me to dictate my actions. My children are the ones who have suffered the most. They endured having their family torn apart and forced to take sides. I can't undo the damage, but I know I can work harder for the sake of my children. Maybe one day they will forgive me for allowing this to happen. I just hope I can forgive myself for the pain I inflicted on them.