I know this is a broken record, or in today's lingo, a stuck DVD. But the pain, though lessened after a decade of radio silence from all three, doesn't go away.
In my opinion, my pain would be a delight to their mother and she succeeded in destroying their three childhoods in her enlistment of those vulnerable children in her visceral and beyond-the-bounds-of-decency unrelenting campaign to destroy me. Divorce in the west!
I was sad that no child of mine showed up to wish me a happy Father's Day, again. Maybe next time!