I am so tired of this. My mother came in to visit and she asked me if I wanted to visit my youngest son. I was excited about it because over the years my two sons have pulled away from me. Anyway he put me off four days in a row so I gave up. Before the depression took over my life I took those two boys swimming, fishing, hunting and hiking. I played games with them. I WAS A GOOD FATHER. But they do not remember those times. All they want to remember is the depressed Greg. It is not fair. I am better now. They refuse to meet me half way. How long am I to be punished for having a mental illness
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