My name is Grace, and I come from Kampala. For many years, I wished to build a happy family, but after getting married again, my relationship with the children from my first marriage gradually began to break down.
Initially, they would still come to see me from time to time. However, as the years went by, their visits became less frequent, and they often ignored my phone calls.
Whenever I asked them to come over, they always had excuses. I became lonely and deeply hurt because I missed being around my own children.
I tried to make them understand that getting married again did not mean I had stopped loving them, but nothing appeared to improve. I was afraid that I might spend the rest of my life living apart from the children I had brought up.One day, a friend told me about.To read more, tap here t
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