Stolen.

Once upon a time I was a father. I had three children that I loved more than life itself.

Then their mother and I decided that our marriage was at an end. Little did I know that to her this also meant that my being a father was at an end as well.

I miss my children and hold on to a hope that some day they will decide to give me a chance and deal with me using their own minds and interests instead of the thoughts and actions that are approved by their mother.