As love between us grow apart,
the drinking and other women,
That tore me apart,
with Our three children we had to part.

The fussing and fight just had to stop,
because it was tareing us apart.
As I took the children and put in the car,
I could here you crying from deep in your heart.

But what I did had to be done,
becaues it was getting worse.
And it hurt the children,
two girls and a son.

Now we have a new life,
with a better home,
A man that really cares,
and is more like a dad to them.

Even though they still see their dad,
Love will all ways grow.
But I am glad I am,
out of the situation that hurt so bad

True story of me and my children