This might have been the last time
Grace would allow herself to notice just how crazy and extreme things
had become — maybe the last time she would see all this craziness
for what it truly was. It was becoming more and more troubling for
her to hold two opposing views of her father: the father she knew and
loved, and the father that was now being created for her — a person
she was supposed to despise. Trying to reconcile opposing images like
these, especially of a parent, is too much for any child to have to
deal with, and I believe it's what caused her to break down that day
and cry — this, and the trouble she knew she would get in if she
didn't go along with others' views of me.
The fact that there was pressure on all
the girls for even liking me is something Josie alluded to in her
note. Her mom was trying hard to convince them all that there was
something wrong with them if they got any enjoyment from being with
me. And even though they had all seen bad-mouthing before, they
hadn't seen anything like this, and they weren't all able resist it
either.
Within a few months, Grace had left
behind that part of herself who had once loved her father, and I was
no more than a distant memory to her, if that.
I remember one morning when I was
taking Grace to school at Dakota Meadows (she was in the eighth
grade). She was telling me how upset she was about some things her
mom was saying about me, and she wanted me to make her mom stop doing
this. I told her there was nothing I could do and that she had to tell her
mom herself. She said she had told her to stop this many,
many times, and she wouldn't. And then she turned to me with the most
frightened look I'd ever seen on her face and said,
"Please, please promise me,
Dad, you won't say anything to mom about this! Please promise me you
won't tell her what I said!"
I promised her.
Maybe her mom doesn't realize she's
doing this. Maybe she does. Maybe she's also being manipulated in
some way to do this. But Mary has told me many times how she
would say things to her until she started crying, and like with
Grace, I could never speak to a soul about this or risk getting into
trouble myself. I would be seen as the one causing problems. The
girls and I were all afraid to say anything. And now the only thing
they can do to avoid this wrath is to agree with this view of me. I
doubt if Grace would even remember talking to me about this anymore.
She's had to forget it all.
I watched the Grace I knew die away
just like parental alienation literature says your child will if
bad-mouthing isn't stopped. Each symptom listed in the books appeared
on cue. In fact, Grace's behavior matched that of the literature so
closely, I thought her mom was reading from the same book I was.
Like with all my girls, Grace and I had
always been very close, but I knew our relationship was coming to an
end, and that there was nothing I could do about it. Throughout the
whole 2010-11 school year she would use the same excuse whenever I
tried to get together with her,
"I can't hang out with you Dad
because I have too much homework."
And just like with Mary, the longer I
went without seeing Grace, the more her contempt for me grew.
It was devastating to have to stand by
helplessly and watch my daughters drift away unable to do
anything to stop this. And no matter what tried, I seemed to only
make things worse. The girls I had raised to be rational and
independent thinkers, to question and consider other points of view,
and to trust themselves and make up their own minds so as not to be
wrongly influenced or manipulated by things of the outside world,
were now gone. And no amount of reasoning or logical thinking seemed
to make any difference. They had their minds made up, and I had
perhaps failed to warn them about those things which I knew to be
even more dangerous — things not so much of the outside world, but
rather closer to home.
Soon all three of my girls were gone:
Josie went back to Oregon and hasn't returned since. I've had no
relationship with Mary since August of 2010, and I have no
relationship with Grace anymore either.
8 comments:
I would understand this, but I'm too dumb.
Sincerely,
Your Stupid, Brainwashed, Manipulated, Naive, Blindly-Following Daughter,
Grace
Well thanks for the comment at least, Grace. I miss you. Love Dad
I really doubt that Grace would write that. But, then again little girls do change into monsters during puberty. John - your ex-wife is so good at abusing you that she has taught your children how to do it as well. You are the perfect prey. You just sit there and take it and then they all get together and laugh at your suffering.
She never changed during puberty. She didn't change until she saw Mary changing. And Mary didn't change until I lost my job.
Dearest Father and TSElliot-
I DID change during puberty! I got my period, my hormones kicked in, I grew taller... But don't worry, it's natural. I don't know why one would believe that "little girls" change into monsters during puberty... that sounds like a horror movie, not reality, silly!
Sincerely,
The Post-Pubescent Grace
P.S. We're having a "let's laugh at John's suffering" get-together this Friday. Your invited, TSElliot, as long as you bring the popcorn!
I meant that you didn't start hating me during puberty when you changed in other ways. I don't know who that TSElliot person is, Grace. Don't worry about them. - Dad
John, I see you as holding steady and maintaining your integrity. That is all you can do...hold the love. Keep it there. I cannot imagine a more loving thing to do. Acknowledging your pain and your humanity is too painful for your girls now. But they will always be your girls. What a cruel alchemy that has turned their love into hate, in order for them to survive. But the energy is still there. -- Schnitzerella
I have been through that whole process. And I wasn't stupid or naive or blind. It's actually easy to do and can be done to anyone, especially when the people doing it in a position of authority - a parent, grandparent, teacher, counselor, minister, etc. It's unhealthy and the loss, especially for the child, is beyond measure.
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