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Have You Seen Me?Four words in red print at the bottom of a cheap newspaper ad.A blurry picture and a synopsis of some details about the person in question.A small hotline phone number at the bottom.Children. All of them gone without a trace. With their families one day, gone the very next.Days, months, years pass. Police investigations have turned up blank. Families host funerals with empty graves.Innocent children, many of whom have likely had their lives stolen away from them. Some of them finally turn up tens of years later, only to find families that have moved on without them.Most never show up at all.The lives of their families progress. Gradually, all of the missing children are thought of less and less. Forgotten? Maybe not; but most everyone has accepted that their child, or sibling, or grandchild isn’t coming back.There is a small sliver of hope cast out into the world. The hope that one day someone’s loved one will make their way back to their family.A small yellow box at the bottom of a cheap newspaper ad. Hope manifests itself there into four bold red words:Have You Seen Me?And most of the time, no one gives a damn.

I have lost alot of things but what weighs on me the most is time.Time spent that never was and never will be. Little moments flashed onto the brain like a snapshot. Snippets of life that I will never get to have. This is what bothers me the most.He can have everything. I do not care. If it makes him feel like a man to take 70% of my income by lying about his income, so be it. I will make do. If it makes him feel special to go around spreading harmful information about me to anyone that will listen, go ahead. I do not care. If it fluffs his feathers to believe that by controlling me means he is a superior human, don't let me stand in your way. Have at it. But time that will never be? I guess you call it imagination.Memories with my children that will never develop. Like discarded film exposed to light. Bright flashes that exist only in my mind. As I lay in bed and wonder. What are they doing? Are they laughing? I pray they are. Are they watching tv? Are they on an adventure? Are they lying in their beds wondering about me? I hope not.In the mornings it starts up again. Encounters with my children that only I know about. There, and gone up in smoke in the next breath. Nothing left in its place. Just black. Blank. Ache.My mind makes non existent memories where they are happy and laughing and content. I don't know if I could continue on if they were anything but. So I see them, smiling. I hear them, laughing. In slow motion they run to me and vanish as I reach out. Then I'm back in bed, wondering.What did they have for lunch? Are they reading a book? Are they planning anything fun? Are they wondering about me? I hope not.Time we can never get back is what has been stolen from my children and I. Time to bond as parent and child. Time to love and support. Time to wipe away tears on dirty faces and kiss boo boos. Time to pick them up and dust them off. Time to laugh together. And cry. Time to spend just being. Time to have heart to heart talks. Time to give good advice. Or bad. Time to get to know each other. Time to giggle together on Saturday mornings still snuggling up under warm blankets. Time to cheer as they round the bases. Time to imagine and build things. Time to get things wrong Time to get them right Time to admit mistakes and make them up. Time to buy new shoes because the old ones are to small already. Time to patch holes and sew buttons. Time to hold hands and splash in puddles. Time to pretend. Time to clap as their name is called out to recieve diplomas. Time to be happy as they find their partners. Time to feel mixed emotions as the marry. Time to enjoy the good news of grandbabies. Time. Gone. Time that will never exist anywhere but between my ears.My ex cares nothing about these moments in time himself. As long as he can keep them from me, that is where his concern ends. He doesn't want these memories. He just wants to make sure I don't have them. He doesn't understand or care that by taking my memories he's taken theirs too. He doesn't concern himself with that at all. Sometimes I wonder if they are just a dream. But the soul aching pain I feel at times proves otherwise.He can have everything else with little to no complaint from me. I do not care. The house. The cars. My income. My reputation. My friends. All of it he can have. I do not care. Time is what he takes that I can not replace.I read somewhere that grief is just love with no where to go. And I guess that's true.

I once worked at a large national non profit that was headed by a very gregarious CEO. This man (the ceo) had a VERY warped perception of how he behaved as opposed to how he was receieved, overall he was not very well liked bc of his mouth and arrogance. I once drew up a proposal for an armed security gaurd bc i was being harassed as I attampted to train people. The CEO stood over me menacing me and said “do you want people to think they can be shot at blank organization”. I reminded him that the security guard at the grocery store next door had a gun. He ignored my request (and my lack of safety). My insticnt told me he was stealing, so i reached out to a lawyer friend of mine who was on the board at this non profit. 3 months later this Embattled CEO’s face was plastered to the front page for embezzling, i got to see his face before he went to publicly step down.I honestly feel great knowing he will likely never clear 6 figures again and his children will not be able to attend an expensive college. As he showed no compassion to my lack of safety.