04-28-2007, 05:53 PM
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If I lived in the US, I'd be over to your house like
yesterday.
As I said, if your husband had died you'd get
condolenses and have closure.
It is hard to accept you were living a lie, but
as each hour passes, it becomes clearer, and
you have to realise a lot of what you thought
was true was only role playing.
He's not a child whose Mommy locked him in
his room. He's a big man. He can dial a phone,
he can send an e-mail all by himself.
He hadn't done that, has he.
You will probably continue in 'hope' until you
see that distant stranger in court who pays
more attention to the clerk than to you.
If he were sixteen and his parents forbid him
to see you or call you, well, what could he do?
But he's a big man and if he wanted to, he
could call you. He could see you. He doesn't
want to. He's hiding behind his family.
If you went over there, he'd send them out
to prevent you coming in. He's not a victim
here, you are.
Don't you realise no one is 'keeping him' from
seeing you? He chooses not to. Unless he's
a cripple and they hid his wheelchair, he is
perfectly capable of making up his own mind.
I bet he told his wife how you run him down,
and how you were blackmailing him, etc. You'll
hear all about it in court.
Then you'll feel even more foolish for crying
over him.
In a month or so you'll realise how little you
mean to him. How little your child means to
him.
And if you get on hysterical and all sorts of
clingy, they might rule you're an unfit mother.
A client of mine came home to find her husband
on top of the baby sitter, grabbed the kids and
ran out, hysterical.
There were three little ones, and the big one
wandered away.
She went to the police station where she was
charged for Child Endangerment and Neglect
and her children were taken away from her.
I come into the story after all this.
After she sees her husband banging the
babysitter. After she became hysterical.
After she ran out. After she lost the child
for a few minutes, after she was locked up.
She was the victim, and was painted as the
crazy lady.
Don't let them do that to you. Don't let your
emotions rule you.
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