Madmum11Casual Contributor
Financial Abuse Magnet
I am turning 53 this year. I have two wonderful children, rather young adults 18 & 19 girl and boy respectively. I consider myself very lucky considering that when I turned 18 I wasn’t the only person who was pleased to be surprised that I’d made it! I have made two past 18 now, you’d think that I’d be living my best life.
Yeah, nah, it’s not the case I’m afraid.
i am tired. Tired of fighting battles that I know I won’t win, feeling obligated honour and morally bound to fight for my children’s rights, fight for my own parental rights and for the involvement in my own children’s lives, their healthcare, education. I fought hard for the access that I have in their lives. Since they were 5 & 6 years of age. It was due to my mental health or the quality of my parenting, the food, my focus on them and the priority I put on their needs. Ohhhh no I didn’t have anyone ever take issue with me or my parenting skills and style. Not until my marriage broke down and I proposed a separation of one year with the potential of this being a trial separation and after the first six months of the separation, all things going well that I would be more than willing to discuss therapy, marriage counseling or whatever other options that might bring the relationship back together.
I was honest and I always am, to my own detriment often. I am no saint and I have never pretended to be one. I have never been a good liar and my poker face is a bit of a joke, I have been lied to and gas lit and manipulated all my life. I don’t lie and I always, nearly always know when I am being lied to.
That said, I am always being ripped off. I know it’s a juxtaposition.