I didn’t know where I would live. At this point, I was sleeping on my parent’s
sofa. I was extremely concerned about
the safety and well-being of my children.
Although their mother had never been physically aggressive to them, my
counsellor pointed out to me that they were now at risk because I wasn’t there
to absorb the attacks of my ex-wife. She
was so concerned about their safety and well-being that she wrote to the church
leadership expressing her professional concerns. The
church ignored the letter because they saw no risk.
The church eventually offered me a house which they were
about to sell to live in. My ex-wife and
myself were given 3 months compassion leave to try and reconcile the marriage. This meant that with a roof over my head, the
children could stay with me at weekends.
The next school holiday came and I had the children stay
with me over the first weekend of the recess.
The oldest child was very distressed and didn’t want to return back to
her mother. She felt that her mother had
been picking on her unfairly and couldn’t cope with much more. So on the Sunday night, I took the younger
two children back and explained that our eldest child couldn’t face returning
home because of the atmosphere. She
slept on my parent’s (her grandparents’) sofa for several nights. However, she was missing her siblings
terribly and they were missing her. So
for their sakes, she returned back to her mother explaining why she’d
returned. I hoped that this incident
would empower my daughter but also make their mother realise how close she was
to losing all her children. Faced with
such a threat, surely she would change her behaviour?
Every time I saw the children I would always ask how they
were coping. I remember asking my eldest
daughter if her mother had shouted at her: “Yes Dad, but I deserved it, I was
playing up,” was the answer I received.
However, a very testing time came when my ex-wife decided to take the
children away on holiday. I received the
following text from my eldest daughter:
14th August 20xx 17.09
I can’t wait to come
home she’s doing my head in x
I responded along the lines of try and stay calm. Minutes later the next arrived.
14th August 20xx 17:17
I can’t take it
anymore she’s actually making me want to end my life before I end up killing
her x
I was distraught as I didn’t know where they were
specifically. I knew where she had taken
them in terms of the town, but had no idea where they were staying. I felt so helpless. Later, I received a text to say that the
situation had calmed.
The next time, my ex-wife took the children away, there was
another explosive moment between the eldest child and her. They were staying for the weekend in
London. Again, I had no idea of the
actual destination. This time I received
a telephone call from my daughter to say that they had left the hotel and were
walking to the train station when her and her mother had verbally argued. Her mother had left her alone in the street
and gone off taking the younger children with her. My daughter had tried texting and telephoning
her mother, but mum was not answering either the texts or calls. So my daughter was alone, on a London street
not knowing where she was and was getting extremely concerned because a strange
man was now trying to talk with her.
Eventually, my daughter managed to find her way back to the hotel and
found that the rest of the family were already there in their rooms.
Once I left the church ministry, I eventually found a house
to rent near the children and their school.
The eldest child and I spoke quite often about her moving in with
me. She showed a very mature attitude
and while she wanted to, she recognised that if she moved out, both her younger
sister and brother would also want to come which would effectively leave their
mother with no family so she stayed.
However, it wasn’t before long that tensions rose again and she could
take no more. She actually gave her
mother a week’s notice, informing her mother that she would move in with me the
following weekend. Rather than try and
build bridges, her mother immediately took back off her the house key making my
daughter feel even more that she was being forced out.
And so, Father and Daughter number one were re-united.
What was the reason the older daughter was wanting to leave? You had mentioned getting picked on by the mother, but you didn't elaborate as to what was being said or done to her. Second, the older daughter was probably getting to the rebellious stage, since she only got to visit the father, she I feel saw some freedoms that came with it. Good writing so far, would like rip see the second part.
ReplyDeleteTo the impartial observer it may well look like teenage rebellion and I suspect this was the line her mother took to explain her absence. However, the stress of living with her mother's lies and denial about abusing me, her mother's constant verbal attacks on her and the general pressure of living in a hostile environment all took its toil. How many mothers would leave their schoolgirl daughter in an unknown part of London?
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