I finally accepted that my kidnapped children are dead. Regardless of whether they are still alive, the children I knew are gone- they've been shaped and molded by an enemy to hate me and forget me and believe in completely different ways of parenting and love without contingency

Even if I get them back someday, years have gone by and they are completely different people and my youngest will have no memory of me. My oldest has been republicanized and watches Fox News. I wish he was just gay.

I realized my first tweet might have been a little backwards at the end. I love my children without contingency- but the people they are with do not, can not, have proven not to over a great many years.

*loved. I miss them with all my heart, but I've been trying to forget them and move on until such a day that justice sees fit to punish those responsible.