The bell dings and the gloves come off. Two people going round and round again over the same ‘ol crap. The father is fighting for the prize of his children and the mother-the narcissistic demon is fighting to “protect” her children from a life of normalcy and true love. Who will win?
The father, being a normal man, has spent years being emotionally beaten and psychologically destroyed by his opponent so he’s here, in the ring, again-refusing to give up even though he knows he’s growing weary. The mother, standing next to the father knows she’s going to win this fight, just like she’s won every other one they’ve had. Why? Because she knows how to trick the referee and judges into thinking her opponent is the narcissist. The manipulator and liar. What a complete mind-fuck. How can this father even compete against her when she twists everything around to show the “horror” of what he is to the world and they all believe her because she’s smooth; she’s good and she’s believable.
I am this father. I am once again in the ring of the legal system trying to get more time with my kids and she’s like a mortar barrier that will not allow anyone to pass it. I can see my kids but I can’t reach them. She won’t “allow it” yet will share with the kids that their father is a “very dangerous man” and how she “fears for her safety when around him”. This alienation resonates with the kids and they question her but at the same one believe her because mom would NEVER lie to us, right? Yeah….never.
I’ve taken the step with the courts to modify my time with the kids and now I wait. Wait for her “counter offer” which will basically be a piece of paper with the words “absolutely not” written across it. The silence of the wait is deafening. In the meantime, she continues to degrade and alienate me from them with ongoing lies and allegations that are so far from any “truth”, but being a lunatic that she is, to her these lies are the truth; her truth, and so that truth gets passed along to the kids.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Here is my mantra: Revelations, 21:4
“and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be death; there will no longer be sorrow and anguish, or crying, or pain; for the former order of things has passed away.”
I am that “He”. And they are my children, God help me pass away her grasp from them.