I wonder who to turn to, but I can't think of anyone that I can turn to that would or could offer any comfort. My world is crumbling. Granted, my "world" is 900 miles away. But that makes no difference. When my child hurts, I hurt.
It was a toxic relationship from the very beginning. Started through manipulation. She was stranded, and lost, supposedly. So she called him. He rescued her, brought her home. She got him drunk. She wanted to have his baby. She wanted to hurt her competition. That was her plan. She succeeded. She was good at that. Manipulative, spiteful. She decided to get it, she got it.
But what she didn't know was what she was getting herself into. She was not prepared to meet the force that was in him. A force so strong that it could create and destroy all at the same time. He was a wounded animal, looking for both comfort and escape. She tried to trap him, thinking she would finally have the man of her dreams. And, she would finally be loved. That's all she ever wanted. And if she could have him, she would be special. She would be in the spotlight. She would be number 1.
But she wasn't willing to make the sacrifice required to be Number 1. She had never really had to sacrifice when it came to men. You see, she was beautiful. Beyond beautiful at one point. Long flowing hair, green eyes, perfect mouth. Yet inside she was a disaster waiting to happen. So abused.
She took the brunt of her parents alcohol and drug issues. She took the beatings. She took the responsibility of raising her sisters and her parents at the same time. Yet she was only a child herself. She kept the house clean, cooked the meals, held down 2 jobs. She became the wife and mother at an age when she should have been having fun. Her father exposed her to a life of rock stars and the music scene. Meeting musicians, hanging out with a group of people that had a life of parties and sex. When her mother left because she couldn't take it any more, she was left with even more responsibility. Dealing with her father's anger.
So, when she was rescued by him it seemed the perfect "out". She would live in his gorgeous home, not her parents filthy trailer. She would travel, and go to parties and live the life she longed for. Free from all the chaos and troubles of home.
But, when she became pregnant, everything changed. He wanted to marry. She did not. Her idea of marriage was a vision of her parents. Not what she wanted for her life. Her messed up way of thinking threw all of it into a crazy mess of emotions and hormones and hurt feelings and the past, and all the fears associated with that.
Yet, she had her good days, sort of. She was adept at hiding it all from the world. She had an image of poise, beauty, creativity, but only on the outside. Inside she was a boiling pot of sewage. And if you pushed the right combination of buttons, you would be shown the darkness that was her heart and soul.
So, what do you do with that type of person? It's not that she's a bad girl. She's just wounded to the point that she is desperate and afraid to ask for and receive help. Who could she possibly trust? Her family? No. They were the ones that caused and allowed the damage to take place. I say allowed only because they were so dysfunctional that they had no idea how to protect her from themselves and others who would seek to take advantage of a beautiful young girl.
She built walls around herself, her castle tower, where she lived in her fantasy world. Reality was a place she no longer wanted to be a part of. The shift of blame fell on him. All the anger, all the hatred fell on him, as she withheld his child from him. She would send an occasional posed picture, always looking like the perfect life was being lived.
To be continued...
Sometimes, when I think of this all I can say is "there just aren't words to describe it"
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