I did not share very many details with our daughter. It is all deeply personal between her dad and I and I wished to keep things private. I did speak to her about MLC, she could see the changes, the anger, the acting out with her own eyes. She knew that this was not and is not the father that she had known for 25 years.
He spends a bit more time with her now than he did for several years and they have their chat time every Sunday. We live quite far away form her so see her a couple of times a year. This was the first Father's Day he has spent with her in 20 years
I don't ask about their time together. If she tells me something, I am open to listen.
She knows how I was pretty damaged for years....
Actually, I now remember something that has stuck with me...years ago, when I was a real mess, Stayed, a long time HS member told me "you had better get yourself together. Your daughter has already lost one parent, she can't afford to lose another". I am smiling when I read this now but not so at the time.
He continues to keep his life pretty secret from her as well.
Some might call this playing "happy family" but I will disagree. Another person once said to me when I was "terrified" (and that is a word a friend used recently to describe how I was back then) that when I did have contact with him, treat him like a long lost relative that you don't know very well. Change the picture in your brain, reframe the situation,
Our son-in-law never knew his FIL prior to the crisis. The first time I could see them after COVID (19 months of not seeing my daughter!!!!) we stayed with friends who knew us before our daughter was born, just my daughter, SIL and myself...and over "adult beverages" the stories started coming out around the fire pit...I am smiling again.....my daughter was really grateful to these friends and the stories and laughter we shared that evening...she wanted her husband to know the father she had grown up with.
One time, when they were visiting in the home my husband and I shared before BD which is now my home, he and I were cooking, laughing, drinking wine, he was teasing me, the music was playing...you would really not know that we were not still a couple. My SIL said to me the next day "mom, I don't understand...and I replied, join the club".
We just let him be.
I don't talk to him about anything that is significant...some would say then why bother? I have learned (and another really good friend of mine in a similar situation) that there is absolutely no use in bringing up what happened, what I'd like to see, what my needs are because all I would get is that "deer in the headlights look" and it just isn't worth it.
He cannot meet any of my needs at this point. Acceptance.
But because I have peace about this..it works for my family. It doesn't for many others.
Most long term LBSers whose kids see their MLC parent separately, also have found that their kids are very aware of the "strangeness" the "alien" that once was dad or mom. Some adult kids never see their MLC parent and I cannot imagine how that feels to anyone...complete and total abandonment and rejection.
In therapy, when I discussed this dilemma with my therapist, should I see him or not, can he join us or not...she wisely said to me, "xyzcf, this is totally in your hands and you never have to make a permanent decision. You are ALLOWED to change your mind about this from one day to another. Nothing is carved in stone."
Freedom. I am ALLOWED. This is in my control and I can weigh it and decide each time whether this is good for our daughter and whether it causes problems for me or not.
I CHOOSE and that is the right thing for me and my family. Others may not wish to do so.
I do not have a relationship with another man. He keeps his life a big secret but I am aware there are OW's....if he were married or outwardly in a relationship with someone, I might have different feelings about this.
Recently, I accompanied him through two surgeries. In pre-op, staff asked several times..."who are you?"...I would say "a family friend". The one time the doctor asked him,
"who is she???" and he used my response and said "a family friend".....whatever.
It is a bizarre situation and we learn to mold our lives into a vessel that can tolerate whatever is thrown our way. We survive.