Mysticangel
Aug 26, 2010, 02:43 PM
Nearly my entire life growing up my home was in a constant state of World War III. Father would cheat on mother, then mother would cheat on my father for revenge. Of course at the time I didn't understand what was going on, all I saw was my two parents constantly yelling at one another.
When I was 12 they separated. I had to have been one of the few kids in existence that was happy for it. Life became quiet living with only one parent, and while I missed the family outings I was happier. Unfortunately it didn't last long as they got back together. I still remember sitting in the car with my father and asking "Why are you being so dumb? It's only going to happen again!" He only smiled at me and said something along the lines of "Let's hope not"
And of course I was right. Things only got worse. By the time I moved out of the house at 22 I'd called the cops on my dad twice, called an ambulance on my mom once and sat with her in the local mental institution because she attempted suicide when dad found out about a man she was cheating on him with. My GPA in college dropped from a 3.8 to a 2.8, and I took several incompletes just so I could take care of my mother and my family.
For a while I truly hated my father. My mother told me stories of how he'd hold her down and rape her, beat her, and other things. It wasn't until much later that I started to notice something off with all the stories. They were never the same. Even though she'd been out of the house for quite some time. The number of times he "raped" her went from once, to twice.. and I think when I last talked to her she was at five times. It wasn't until I sat down and really looked at the situation that I learned to question what was going on. It was then I made a decision. I couldn't know what really happened between the two of them. I chose to get them away from one another.
A year before mother actually left the house she started seeing another man. I knew about it, and I kept my mouth shut. I let her use me as an alibi when she wanted to see him. I was too afraid of her attempting suicide again if dad found out. I know it was wrong, but she did eventually leave the house to live with her mother and start the separation process. In order to be divorced they had to live apart for a year. She was engaged to the man before that year was up and living with him. When the time came to go to court for the divorce she refused to come, calling and telling my father she didn't want it. She wanted to go to counseling and work things out. My father didn't know about the other man, or her engagement but I did. I literally drug him to the courthouse and begged him to go on with it. I was so tired of seeing them in this constant loop of self destruction. He went through with it, and she's never shut up about it since. According to her, he divorced her and 'threw her away.'
At this point, I know I'm already a bad daughter for keeping the cheating to myself. There is no good excuse, and 'I was afraid' doesn't fly even with me.
Mother eventually married the other man, and I have tried to have a good relationship with him. Things were OK for a while, but then my brother suddenly refused to speak to my mother. I don't even know why, but he swears its for a good reason. When that happened I started being her proverbial punching bag. Everything was suddenly my fault. Her living three hours away and the fact that I went out to dinner with my dad once a month or so and she never got to see me was my fault. The fact that I didn't call her on mother's day even though I sent her a gift and told apologized in advance that I'd be working 14 hours that day and wasn't sure when I'd get to call her. As my luck would have it my phone died and I was unable to call her during the break I had. I called her the next day apologizing over and over yet she still won't let it go. I'm still a terrible daughter for it.
Then my wedding day came, and I prayed to god it would go through OK. My mother even came to my bachelorette party. She came with us to get my hair done the morning of the wedding, but had to leave a little early to get ready herself and get her husband from the hotel. The wedding was set for 6pm. I had to be hidden away upstairs by 5. I finally got word from my maid of honor that mother showed up around that time. My father was giving me away and thus was in the wedding party.
It would be two weeks later that my mother goes off on me for there not being enough pictures of her that day with me, and that there were too many of my 'terrible' father. Because of this I obviously didn't love her. Instead of getting angry I ignored her.
I talked to her a few times later on as if nothing happened, until she sent me an email. One where she accused me of not loving her and being a terrible daughter because I didn't disown my father. She brought up the mother's day incident again too. At that point I snapped. I told her off and asked her to never speak to me again. Essentially, I disowned her.
Now I'm at a loss. Am I really the terrible daughter she says I am? Should I have become like my 16 yr old sister and just believe everything mother says without question and hate my father? I've confronted my father on every issue, and every time he swears he never did those things. Now I've turned into my brother who refuses to have anything to do with her... I'm 24 and am suffering the loss of a parent by my own hands.
Am I truly that horrible?
When I was 12 they separated. I had to have been one of the few kids in existence that was happy for it. Life became quiet living with only one parent, and while I missed the family outings I was happier. Unfortunately it didn't last long as they got back together. I still remember sitting in the car with my father and asking "Why are you being so dumb? It's only going to happen again!" He only smiled at me and said something along the lines of "Let's hope not"
And of course I was right. Things only got worse. By the time I moved out of the house at 22 I'd called the cops on my dad twice, called an ambulance on my mom once and sat with her in the local mental institution because she attempted suicide when dad found out about a man she was cheating on him with. My GPA in college dropped from a 3.8 to a 2.8, and I took several incompletes just so I could take care of my mother and my family.
For a while I truly hated my father. My mother told me stories of how he'd hold her down and rape her, beat her, and other things. It wasn't until much later that I started to notice something off with all the stories. They were never the same. Even though she'd been out of the house for quite some time. The number of times he "raped" her went from once, to twice.. and I think when I last talked to her she was at five times. It wasn't until I sat down and really looked at the situation that I learned to question what was going on. It was then I made a decision. I couldn't know what really happened between the two of them. I chose to get them away from one another.
A year before mother actually left the house she started seeing another man. I knew about it, and I kept my mouth shut. I let her use me as an alibi when she wanted to see him. I was too afraid of her attempting suicide again if dad found out. I know it was wrong, but she did eventually leave the house to live with her mother and start the separation process. In order to be divorced they had to live apart for a year. She was engaged to the man before that year was up and living with him. When the time came to go to court for the divorce she refused to come, calling and telling my father she didn't want it. She wanted to go to counseling and work things out. My father didn't know about the other man, or her engagement but I did. I literally drug him to the courthouse and begged him to go on with it. I was so tired of seeing them in this constant loop of self destruction. He went through with it, and she's never shut up about it since. According to her, he divorced her and 'threw her away.'
At this point, I know I'm already a bad daughter for keeping the cheating to myself. There is no good excuse, and 'I was afraid' doesn't fly even with me.
Mother eventually married the other man, and I have tried to have a good relationship with him. Things were OK for a while, but then my brother suddenly refused to speak to my mother. I don't even know why, but he swears its for a good reason. When that happened I started being her proverbial punching bag. Everything was suddenly my fault. Her living three hours away and the fact that I went out to dinner with my dad once a month or so and she never got to see me was my fault. The fact that I didn't call her on mother's day even though I sent her a gift and told apologized in advance that I'd be working 14 hours that day and wasn't sure when I'd get to call her. As my luck would have it my phone died and I was unable to call her during the break I had. I called her the next day apologizing over and over yet she still won't let it go. I'm still a terrible daughter for it.
Then my wedding day came, and I prayed to god it would go through OK. My mother even came to my bachelorette party. She came with us to get my hair done the morning of the wedding, but had to leave a little early to get ready herself and get her husband from the hotel. The wedding was set for 6pm. I had to be hidden away upstairs by 5. I finally got word from my maid of honor that mother showed up around that time. My father was giving me away and thus was in the wedding party.
It would be two weeks later that my mother goes off on me for there not being enough pictures of her that day with me, and that there were too many of my 'terrible' father. Because of this I obviously didn't love her. Instead of getting angry I ignored her.
I talked to her a few times later on as if nothing happened, until she sent me an email. One where she accused me of not loving her and being a terrible daughter because I didn't disown my father. She brought up the mother's day incident again too. At that point I snapped. I told her off and asked her to never speak to me again. Essentially, I disowned her.
Now I'm at a loss. Am I really the terrible daughter she says I am? Should I have become like my 16 yr old sister and just believe everything mother says without question and hate my father? I've confronted my father on every issue, and every time he swears he never did those things. Now I've turned into my brother who refuses to have anything to do with her... I'm 24 and am suffering the loss of a parent by my own hands.
Am I truly that horrible?