I recently found out that my ex has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. I don't know the details, because quite frankly, I'm not all that interested. The only reason I care at all is because it impacts my kids. This is where it gets interesting: It turns out they're not that interested either.
If you recall some of my previous writings about her shenanigans, you will remember that she has been a less than stellar parent, which is a charitable way of phrasing things. It's more accurate to say that she's been manipulative, neglectful, and generally selfish. Her behavior has been so bad for so long, that both kids recently cut off communication with her. When she contacted them to share that she was hospitalized, their reply was something to the effect of I wish you well.
One of my girls asked my thoughts. I replied by saying "When you girls were younger, I saw how she treated you, and I hated it, but I knew I had to play the long game. I know I wasn't perfect at it, but I tried diligently to not bash on her, while also not excusing her behavior. I knew my bias, and also kind of understood that bashing on her would do no good. The best thing I could do was be there for you, and hope that one day you would realize how poorly she treated you, and that you'd eventually see her for the person she is. I just didn't realize how harsh that outcome would be." When challenged on the use of the word harsh, I clarified that sometimes a harsh consequence is not always excessive... sometimes it's justice.
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