The thread about MLCers not being the enemy has caused me to think really hard about a lot of issues. But mostly, how much “forgiveness” do they deserve, and how much does “standing” change your perspective? And RCR knows I respect her and all her work a lot, but I wonder if she would think differently if she had kids when dealing with her H’s MLC. My biggest struggle has not been me, it has been with the pain this has caused my kids. I have worked really hard with my therapist and my kids’ therapists on separating out my projections and issues and their issues and pain. Of course so much of it is entwined. There is a reason the saying “ain’t momma happy, ain’t nobody happy” probably resides in some form in half the houses in this country, right? Families are important and what hurts one person, hurts all. But they are far more hurt than I am.
I think if I had been a stander, I would be more apologetic when it comes to the kids. However, I have been told I can’t tell them he loves them or that he is not in his right mind. If he ACTS like he doesn’t love them, in their understanding, and he claims he is in his right mind, then I am totally contradicting him, and in reality, I don’t KNOW what he thinks or feels—obviously, I thought he loved me, but he left… If I were a true stander I would believe all this is temporary and one day he will come back and apologize and work to make things right, so I guess I would try really hard to make everything right. But I really think he will never admit he was wrong or made a mistake and I don’t have the energy to save me and him and them, someone has to go, and let’s be honest, he is the other grown-up in this picture.
I can imagine how painful it is to have a true vanisher, but my exH is so needy and dependent on his kids for something (I think it’s narc supply, but I could be wrong, but it is not healthy, whatever it is) that he has never abandoned them. He calls or texts about a dozen times a day and they hate it. He became superDad in the schools last year, wanted to be there for every event and scheduled regular meetings with teachers—our kids were in middle school, no reason for that. I really, truly wish he were a vanisher. It is so hard to have two kids in crisis with a father who “wants” to be totally involved but truly does not get it. He still blames me for everything—and so does his therapist, from what he tells me…
He claims he loves them more than anything, yet he had an affair, dumped me with no warning or notice, changed jobs, moved across the country to be with her and her kids and married her without telling his kids first. Things that make you go hmmmmm, right? So S15 finally grew the courage to tell him off this month and exH had a small breakdown. He begged me to help him. I sent him a couple long e-mails that he responded to in a positive way, but still nothing really—I think the dude has no concept of empathy.
S15 failed the eighth grade, went to summer school, eked out a promotion and is failing all his classes this year. I have a conference on Friday to discuss what to do with him now—it’s not pretty. And this is a very smart kid. A kid who last year promised he would not fail science—he knows it is my love. Going into the final, he had about a 30 average, and got a 98 on his final—he CAN do the work, he just won’t. Then this am, I left S13 curled up on his bed in the fetal position crying because he was so sad he will never have another “normal” holiday and he wants his life back. I had two important meetings today—I am commissioned and these were huge meetings—thanks to exH who forced me to go back and get a sub-standard full-time job so I could support two kids and have health insurance for them while he gets to make three times as much money for his new family…
I really am not bashing him. I loved him, will always love him, and I want him to be happy, I really do, and I hope he is. I need everything he did to be worth it. I am not a true stander like everyone else here, but in some ways I am. I will never marry again—I believe you marry once, for kids and a family, and that’s it. But, I also do not believe I should be alone for the rest of my life. I was a good partner and want that again. Some guy would be lucky to have me and I don’t want to waste the best years of my life (not to mention my sexual prime) waiting for exH to make up his mind and then nurturing him back to some kind of reality. I did buy in for better or worse, but sudden abandonment and remarriage to some needy chic across the country were not part of my vows.
So, today, in so many ways, he is my enemy. He is hurting my kids in ways I never imagined—I would never let anyone else get away with hurting my kids that badly and yet here I sit, holding the towels and letting them take the punches. This is where standing for me becomes confusing. My kids need me to stand for them, and that means that right now, in the most dangerous time of their lives, he is the enemy. I confess, my born allegiance is with the Nittany Lions and the Sandusky scandal has ripped me to the core. I have been nauseous for a week. And while it is not nearly equal, I feel like my exH and so many WAS’s are just like him—able to put aside the feelings of young kids for their own selfish needs. I am just sick over all of it, and the saddest part for me is that I know I am happier. I am happy not to have him in my life. I have wonderful friends and have had a blast dating for the first time in my life. I truly like people and I love spending time with men I would never have any reason to meet and would certainly not spend the rest of my life with them, but they are great people that I am glad to know. He was always miserable and impossible to please and so was his mother—and they were a package deal. I have a charming simple life now. But my kids are so unhappy and it is all so unfair. As S15’s therapist said, he has given him every opportunity to do just one thing right, but he keeps making poor choices. What are we supposed to do with that? Really? I keep rereading The Shack, trying to locate that in my heart, but I think I was just born without the "forgiveness" gene. How do the rest of you do it?
The best thing about banging your head against the wall for so long is that it feels so good when you finally stop...
BD 1/16/10
D Final 7/21/11
exH married OW the next week and moved across the country to be with her...
LL CHOSE to live happily ever after...