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Originally Posted by eskielover
I dont feel guilt for what happened the last 13 years of my marriage & how it effected my daughter her senior year of highschool.
I now understand why my reaction was what it was & it was horrinle for my daughter....after I finally got out of the bad marriage I have had a chance to work through most of it with my daughter & I have apologized for how the horrible stuff i was going through had a bad effect on her. We communicate via text becauseshe hates talking on the phone. I have never bashed her dad but we have been able to be honest about what the issues were that drove me to the bad point where I was. Its nice to have reasonable communications with her & know that we love each other now that we have all survivedthose horrible 13 years & are now finally in our own safe places. Maybe I had to go through that bad stuff tofinally break free from the bad marrisge & regain my life or maybe gain my life gor the first time in the 54 years I had been aluve at thattime. For that I will NEVER feel guilty only thankful to be able to have lived through it & to now have a new life. My daughter now understands that while we both now understand the cause of his dysfunction & we are ok as long as we dont have to live with it ever again.
Growing up my moms insecurities hurt me in many ways but I thought is was normal until I learned what normal was. Hada dad who had no concept of emotional connection & a mom who was so insecure she couldnt do anything outside the house. I thought my parents were diferent & was embarrassed to be in public with them but I didnt understand why until a few years ago long after both have died. It was enlightening to realize that I wasnt the one with the problem after I got around functional people I truly related to....its been an interesting road to travel these last few years of my life....my parents had no concept of their dysfunction...totally oblivious.....but thats ok just would love to talk with someone who even saw a little ofwhat I saw but most are no longer living that knew them.
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This was my upbringing I can still hear my mother ranting and raving about my dad. He was unable to communicate well with her and he didn't want to hear much what she had to say anyway in retrospect. He was fifteen years older than her, that may have had something to do with it but I know his communication skills were lacking as well. I was pretty much my mother's counselor it seems. They were good people, took great care in physical ways as we were well taken care of and never went without. But I'll be darned if I can have a healthy relationship.