Read this if your own children have started treating you like a stranger they're forced to visit every other weekend

Hi, I'm Marissa

And in the next 7 minutes I'm going to basically spit in the face of my ex-husband and my replacement who had been turning your own kids against me, forcing me into one of the worst point of my entire life...

Who am I to make such a huge promise?

Like I said, my name is Marissa,

I’m 42, and a mother of 2, Georgia my oldest is 17 in September, and my youngest Carl is 11. Their father and I divorced 3 years ago - so TRUST me when I say “I’ve been there….”

Over the last 3 years, I witnessed the distance between us grow with my OWN eyes - little by little, they distanced themselves. That gut feeling that something was off - something isn't right?! “Am I crazy?? Am I OK??” I’d say to myself as I laid awake night after night, longing for the “good ol’ days” back.

I was lost - truly lost for even a single thought of what to do. I’d tried therapy, tried talking to them, and at one point had become so desperate that I begged my ex-husband to do something and the thought that he was going to go back to my replacement and tell her ALL about it

I could see it happening, but I had no idea how to stop it

If you’re a divorced mother I can guarantee you know exactly how horrible I felt…

How abandoned I felt…

When my own children turned away from me, when my ex and she would tell them awful lies to ruin our relationship…

What I did next almost cost me my children permanently - but it showed me what I had refused to see

This was 3 months ago, when I was at the absolute worst, rock bottom, soul sucking point of my entire life…

Rotting in bed until 2PM was my new “normal.” Bawling my eyes out at the slightest remembrance of life before the divorce kept me from doing anything worthwhile.

A slap in the face, that's what the rare interactions with my children felt like…

The cold responses struck me like a lightning bolt to the Empire State Building. I couldn’t bear it anymore, I had to do something, because deep down I knew that if not, time would eventually run out - and then what?

I made the decision to make a change.

I Remember It Like It Was Yesterday…

I pulled up to my ex-husband’s house to pick up my kids. God, I hate going there. Not because of him — but because of her. His wife.

Always standing at the door with that smug little smile… like she’s the queen of something. And my kids? They’re running right behind her, laughing, hugging her, big smiles on their faces

Each time, it’s like a knife to the chest. The Guilt Hit Me Hard, I almost felt bad…

Bad for taking them away from that big, beautiful house with all their toys, Disney+, Hulu — everything a kid could want. Only to bring them back to my tiny one-bedroom apartment on the east side.

No fancy furniture.

Just a TV with Netflix.

That’s all I could afford.

Then it happened…“See you next week, Mom!” I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. But something inside me broke.

A feeling I had never felt before — like I’d failed them. Like deep down… I had already given up. The Silence Was Worse Than Any Words

The next week in my apartment was pure silence. The kind that fills every corner and presses down on you. I could feel the anger radiating from my kids. And as much as I told myself I was wrong, deep down I knew…It was aimed at me. I’d always known their dad and his wife talked badly about me. But I stayed quiet. I told myself I didn’t want drama. And that silence? It was killing me.

I Finally Snapped

I realized something awful… I was helping them win. By saying nothing. By letting it slide. So I made a decision: No. More. I loaded the kids in the car, drove to his house, and pulled up with a mission. I looked back at them and said, “Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right back. I’m going to talk to your father.”

And Then… I Saw Red; He came to the door, and it all came out. “You’re a piece of sh*t! Why would you tell them those lies?!” His wife appeared. “F* you, b*tch! Why would you say that about me to my kids?!” She tried to come closer — he pulled her back. We were yelling. They were yelling.

And then…

The Moment That Shattered Me

My kids were standing there. Eyes wide, and then my little girl — my daughter — ran straight into my ex’s new wife’s arms. She clung to her like her life depended on it and looked right at her: “Please, Mom!… stop her screaming.” I froze - my body shut down. My stomach dropped, my hands went cold, and I thought… This is the moment they’ll remember forever. “I’m so sorry, baby… I didn’t mean it…” The words tumbled out, but they meant nothing.

I saw the look in their eyes: Disappointment. and for the first time in my life… I had nothing left to say.

The Drive Home Broke Me

I was driving home alone, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I couldn’t believe the point I had reached with my own children. I couldn’t believe… I let it get this bad. By the time I pulled into my crappy little apartment, I just sat there in the car.

No music. No movement. Just… nothing.

2:13 a.m

I’m on the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen. That voice in my head kept whispering: “Your last chance to get them back… is gone.” I grabbed my phone and texted my therapist. Yeah, probably weird to message her at that hour — but I didn’t care.

I needed to see her. I needed to talk to someone. Because I felt like I was losing my mind.

The Late-Night Scroll, I opened Facebook. Typed “parenting tips” into the search bar. Started scrolling. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. Maybe it was just survival, Maybe my brain was coping — telling myself that if I was searching, I was helping.

That’s when I saw it.

Just a random comment under a post. No profile picture. No fancy title. No “guru” branding.

It simply said: “Kids don’t stop loving you. They just start believing the version of you someone else tells them…When you’ve stopped showing them a louder one.”

I stared at it. Then read it again. And again. The rest of the comment was short — but it hit me like a punch to the chest:

“It’s not about gifts or big houses or how much you say you care.It’s about proof — little moments stacked every day that make them feel like you’re their safe place. When you stop building those moments…The silence fills in the blanks for them… and someone else’s story wins.”

I don’t even know who wrote it. Maybe it was another mom. Maybe it was just someone passing through the thread. But that random comment? It stuck in my head like glue. And for the first time in weeks…I felt something I thought I’d lost forever.

Hope.

The Next 7 Months Changed Everything...

After that night, I promised myself something: I would never let my kids’ opinion of me be written by someone else again. Not with gossip. Not with lies. Not with half-truths whispered in their ears when I wasn’t there to defend myself. I didn’t want to “win” by badmouthing their dad or trying to compete with a bigger house. I wanted to win the right way. I wanted them to see — with their own eyes — who I really was. The mom who loves them fiercely. The mom who would never stop showing up. So I went all in.

For seven months, I made this my life. I read. I studied. I practiced. Not to prove something to my ex. Not to post some fake “perfect mom” moment on social media.

I did it because my children deserved to know the truth about me — through my actions, not my words.

At first, it was brutal. The silence in the car rides. The way they’d answer me with one‑word replies. But I kept going. Because every day I showed up was one more day that chipped away at the false story they’d been told. And little by little… it worked.

The smiles came back. The laughter came back. The warmth came back.

By month seven, we were closer than we’d been in years. And here’s the thing: I didn’t bribe them. I didn’t manipulate them. I didn’t stoop to the same level as the people who tried to turn them against me. I fought with nothing but patience, presence, and love.

And I won.

I Took Everything I Learned… And Turned It Into Something Any Mom Can Use

After clawing my way out of the lowest point of my life…After rebuilding my relationship with my kids from the ground up…after proving — to myself and to them — that love and respect can be won back without playing dirty…

I realized something:I can’t be the only mom who’s gone through this hell.

So I did something about it. I took every single thing I learned over those seven months — every note, every exercise, every tiny moment that rebuilt the bond — and I stripped away the fluff. What’s left is one simple, step‑by‑step plan any mom can follow…even if she feels like it’s already “too late.”

I call it "The Bridge Back: A 30-Day A Mothers Reconnection Guide"

It’s not a theory. It’s not “nice quotes” from the internet. It’s not some feel‑good nonsense that sounds smart but changes nothing. This is the exact battle‑tested blueprint I used to bring my kids back to me — heart first.

Here’s why this matters: If you’re anything like I was, every day you don’t take action…is another day someone else is telling your kids a story about who you are.

And the longer you wait, the harder that story is to rewrite.

Can you even put a price on it?

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