When I shared the history of the guitar with my grandson, he was completely surprised and enjoyed the story very much. He told me he had saved the pictures to his computer. I had sent these same pictures to my daughter a few years ago. Like everything else that could be positive from my past, my daughter tries to erase me even from history. It’s the worst feeling in the world to have a daughter hate you like that.
My grandson’s excitement over the news was a reminder of how fiercely my daughter fought to erase me from history.
She’s angry now because she has maxed out 3 credit cards, and run out of people to exploit. She wants me to help pay off the lifestyle she lived while she busily erased me from history. I will never allow her to bully me again.
She bullied my mother, told me they had had two fights the week of the fatal car accident. She and my little sister, who both try to label me as the one who was unloving to my mother, were arguing about who would drive my mother to a wedding that evening. Neither of them wanted to drive her and they were fighting about it while working, via text, when they got the news of the accident.
They have both tried to make me feel guilty about my relationship with my mother ever since. I’ve never before mentioned the emotional blackmail that they stifled her with. Everything makes sense now, and, no matter what happens to me now, I have had ten blessed years of freedom from a toxic, entitled family.
All I wanted to do was reward my grandchildren for showing a willingness to work for a living and become adults. My daughter has never stopped complaining about having to work and do other adult things. It’s been a part of her narrative for the past four decades. She retells her life as if it were a crime for her to be expected to grow up.
She had everything going for her, talented in so many areas, but she chose to be a bully instead, and it makes me sick and sad. Whatever I did to cause this, I am deeply sorry. The stories I’ve heard her tell, however, are sometimes complete fabrication and I can’t feel alright with that.
I am able to share the good and the bad about my parents, my ex-husband, etc.
My daughter is unable to be as gracious. She shut me out completely, just like she shut out both fathers of her children and their mothers. The people that she gives allegiance to are dishonest and violent and some of them are lifetime criminals. All of them wish me nothing but ill will. I’m not going to finance that. That would make me pretty damn stupid.
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