Unfathomable Abuse

I haven't written in a long time because I've been enduring some of the worst days of my life. My parents and brother have been with me, but my kids are not, and I want to write for them, to tell them that I love them and will always love them, that what my (soon to be ex-) wife is doing to me and to them is incredibly wrong and cruel and selfish, and that all I want in the world is to be with them and to hold and comfort them. But I haven't stopped fighting for them, and I am not ready to tell this story because it isn't finished. So I will try again another time.  I haven't always been much for religion, but this experience has made me pray for a higher power that is divinely just and that knows and cares about the truth. Our lives are more fragile than we know, and there is real evil in the world, sometimes even in the people in whom we have put our trust. I feel that my family is the only thing getting me through this even as I feel that my family is being torn apart. And I don't know how this ends. I just have to keep taking one day at a time.