I am feeling very anxious about Thursday. I cannot make myself believe that there will be any kind of positive outcome. Or maybe I simply don't want to believe that there can be any kind of positive outcome. I am here. JC is there. Soon, her mother will be there, too.
I don't know how to convince my wife that her relationship with her mother needs to end.
Maybe the last arrow in my quiver is this: every day, JC implicitly acknowledges that her upbringing was terrible. She does this by deliberately not doing to our children what was done to her. My wife knows, somewhere in her head, that her mother is a terrible parent, and a toxic person. She feels it, but she's afraid to act on it, because of what it will mean.
To me, it means she gets to live.
To her, I fear that she still thinks her family will hate her, and that that should mean anything to her.
So, I'm still in the middle. And I'm going to have to stay here for a long time.
On the bright side, we got Valentines cards from her. A little late, but the kids were thrilled. Happy ending to the day.
Comments