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I ask this question here because I want a Catholic, moral perspective from people who don’t know me, who can read my story objectively.
When I was around 5, my parents got divorced. My parents were always poised against each other, and both operated dysfunctionally: my mother with her hyperbolic language about everything and need to control every situation in her life, and my father with his self-pitying, blame-shifting behavior. All of it gave me a very early start on a life with a guilt complex and feelings of inadequacy.
My mom remarried when I was eight. My stepfather quickly became “Dad” to me as visits from my biological father became less frequent. For a long time, I believed he lost interest in seeing me as often, but I look back and also recall my mom not returning calls and procrastinating, as she did in many aspects of her life. Growing up, my mom went to lengths to “charitably” tell me about how messed up my biological father’s family was, how he was always blaming me for things that went wrong, etc. Meanwhile I also found him self-absorbed and always involving me too intimately in his heartbreak and anger at my mom. As I grew older, it was very easy to believe my biological father was a terrible person and my mother a victim.
This got worse when my mom convinced me to transfer colleges closer to home (I was severely depressed and in crisis, to be fair). My biological father went NUTS. He began hanging up signs asking me to call him. He sent me lengthy letters and emails detailing the extent of my mother’s manipulative behavior, that her relationship with my stepdad overlapped the divorce. At the time, it felt inappropriate and stalker-ish. My mom convinced me to get an order of protection when he showed up at my college campus looking for me. I was convinced he was insane, and I felt that way for almost a decade.
Then I got engaged to my husband. My mother’s worst behavior sprang open. She had always been controlling and over-possessive of me, but her disapproval to a wonderful Catholic man was downright insane. She told lies to people about him. She wouldn’t speak to me. She didn’t come to my wedding and lied to everyone that she hadn’t been invited. She poisoned people against me. Only now that I’m pregnant has she softened a bit.
Perhaps it is carrying my own child that has me somehow seeing it all in a different lens: a desperate man who went to (yes, excessive) lengths to try and get a relationship back with his adult daughter before it was too late. A man who sent me a wedding gift and a note to my husband-- whom he’s never met-- saying to take care of me. I wonder: have I sinned all these years in rejecting him? Was he right that my mother alienated him and turned me against him? Is it too far gone now to rebuild?
I know this sounds dark, but I don’t want to stand before Jesus when I die and see the face of a sad, harrowed man who fought his whole life to get his daughter back. I don’t want the weight of this on my shoulders. And yet, my husband and a few other rational people tell me that my biological father may not have been as bad as my mother painted him but is still “off.”
When I was around 5, my parents got divorced. My parents were always poised against each other, and both operated dysfunctionally: my mother with her hyperbolic language about everything and need to control every situation in her life, and my father with his self-pitying, blame-shifting behavior. All of it gave me a very early start on a life with a guilt complex and feelings of inadequacy.
My mom remarried when I was eight. My stepfather quickly became “Dad” to me as visits from my biological father became less frequent. For a long time, I believed he lost interest in seeing me as often, but I look back and also recall my mom not returning calls and procrastinating, as she did in many aspects of her life. Growing up, my mom went to lengths to “charitably” tell me about how messed up my biological father’s family was, how he was always blaming me for things that went wrong, etc. Meanwhile I also found him self-absorbed and always involving me too intimately in his heartbreak and anger at my mom. As I grew older, it was very easy to believe my biological father was a terrible person and my mother a victim.
This got worse when my mom convinced me to transfer colleges closer to home (I was severely depressed and in crisis, to be fair). My biological father went NUTS. He began hanging up signs asking me to call him. He sent me lengthy letters and emails detailing the extent of my mother’s manipulative behavior, that her relationship with my stepdad overlapped the divorce. At the time, it felt inappropriate and stalker-ish. My mom convinced me to get an order of protection when he showed up at my college campus looking for me. I was convinced he was insane, and I felt that way for almost a decade.
Then I got engaged to my husband. My mother’s worst behavior sprang open. She had always been controlling and over-possessive of me, but her disapproval to a wonderful Catholic man was downright insane. She told lies to people about him. She wouldn’t speak to me. She didn’t come to my wedding and lied to everyone that she hadn’t been invited. She poisoned people against me. Only now that I’m pregnant has she softened a bit.
Perhaps it is carrying my own child that has me somehow seeing it all in a different lens: a desperate man who went to (yes, excessive) lengths to try and get a relationship back with his adult daughter before it was too late. A man who sent me a wedding gift and a note to my husband-- whom he’s never met-- saying to take care of me. I wonder: have I sinned all these years in rejecting him? Was he right that my mother alienated him and turned me against him? Is it too far gone now to rebuild?
I know this sounds dark, but I don’t want to stand before Jesus when I die and see the face of a sad, harrowed man who fought his whole life to get his daughter back. I don’t want the weight of this on my shoulders. And yet, my husband and a few other rational people tell me that my biological father may not have been as bad as my mother painted him but is still “off.”