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Maybe the only answer really is continued prayer. But tonight was bad enough I actually considered legal options–or at least finally telling more of the truth to my children.
I am ‘on the outs’ with my family. My father is an alcoholic and (I believe) a pervert. As per a childhood memory later confirmed by a friend of a friend in a certain business, I believe my mother has spent 40+ years telling people I’m a liar, rather than face the truth.
I divorced XH because of his lying, cheating, gas-lighting, and tens of thousands of dollars disappearing, unaccounted for. I divorced him, in the end as legal protection of my own money (he was helping himself to my bank account, and it was the only buffer we had) to make sure I could keep a roof over the kids’ head.
I have in the past years, months, and even this week, heard from people the stories my mother and XH are telling about me–blatantly untrue–that I ‘have a wild imagination,’ that I ‘have men in and out of the house,’ that I tried to take the kids away from their father. NONE of these things is even remotely true.
Tonight, one of my sons–who is on the autism spectrum and has ADHD–had to be taken out of Mass. (And he’s well into the years that shouldn’t ever have to happen.) He informed me, in the hall, that he can’t wait till his older brother figures out a way to get the house back to dad, that ‘all the kids’ would rather have dad there than me.
I know my kids think the things they do–including about me–because of stories they’re being told by their father, grandparents, and aunts and uncles. I have been nothing but gracious to their father–welcoming him into the home, letting the kids go over any and all times, holding my tongue about his goings-on with 23 year old girls, having him over for every holiday, etc. I have invited my parents and siblings to graduation parties until I got tired of them coming into my home, enjoying my hospitality, and not so much as acknowledging my presence in my own home. l have held my tongue about what their father was up to, and have only addressed the alcoholism (but never the suspected perversions) only when all but forced to by my older children being upset that I won’t go near my family.
And now I’m paying the price for them saying things about me that are just blatantly not true, not even remotely. I suspect any legal repercussions would be more damaging than the benefit I’d gain–if there even *are *any legal repercussions about people lying about me. When is it wise to tell my children some of the uglier truths about their relatives and their father?
I have tried relentlessly to take the high road, to believe that the truth will win out in the end, to hope that simply being nice would eventually impact these people–and yet even this week, I hear more lies being told to my friends about me–by XH. I’ve heard from people at church the things my mother says about me, by people who know these things aren’t true. But I sit in church every week wondering what all the little old ladies must think, who *don’t *know me, who believe these things.
And I realize that despite my best hopes, my children are at least half believing these things, too.
What is the right answer? How do I deal with this?
I am ‘on the outs’ with my family. My father is an alcoholic and (I believe) a pervert. As per a childhood memory later confirmed by a friend of a friend in a certain business, I believe my mother has spent 40+ years telling people I’m a liar, rather than face the truth.
I divorced XH because of his lying, cheating, gas-lighting, and tens of thousands of dollars disappearing, unaccounted for. I divorced him, in the end as legal protection of my own money (he was helping himself to my bank account, and it was the only buffer we had) to make sure I could keep a roof over the kids’ head.
I have in the past years, months, and even this week, heard from people the stories my mother and XH are telling about me–blatantly untrue–that I ‘have a wild imagination,’ that I ‘have men in and out of the house,’ that I tried to take the kids away from their father. NONE of these things is even remotely true.
Tonight, one of my sons–who is on the autism spectrum and has ADHD–had to be taken out of Mass. (And he’s well into the years that shouldn’t ever have to happen.) He informed me, in the hall, that he can’t wait till his older brother figures out a way to get the house back to dad, that ‘all the kids’ would rather have dad there than me.
I know my kids think the things they do–including about me–because of stories they’re being told by their father, grandparents, and aunts and uncles. I have been nothing but gracious to their father–welcoming him into the home, letting the kids go over any and all times, holding my tongue about his goings-on with 23 year old girls, having him over for every holiday, etc. I have invited my parents and siblings to graduation parties until I got tired of them coming into my home, enjoying my hospitality, and not so much as acknowledging my presence in my own home. l have held my tongue about what their father was up to, and have only addressed the alcoholism (but never the suspected perversions) only when all but forced to by my older children being upset that I won’t go near my family.
And now I’m paying the price for them saying things about me that are just blatantly not true, not even remotely. I suspect any legal repercussions would be more damaging than the benefit I’d gain–if there even *are *any legal repercussions about people lying about me. When is it wise to tell my children some of the uglier truths about their relatives and their father?
I have tried relentlessly to take the high road, to believe that the truth will win out in the end, to hope that simply being nice would eventually impact these people–and yet even this week, I hear more lies being told to my friends about me–by XH. I’ve heard from people at church the things my mother says about me, by people who know these things aren’t true. But I sit in church every week wondering what all the little old ladies must think, who *don’t *know me, who believe these things.
And I realize that despite my best hopes, my children are at least half believing these things, too.
What is the right answer? How do I deal with this?