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She Tells Me she loves her Dad, but Not Me
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<blockquote data-quote="Lynn ..." data-source="post: 659898" data-attributes="member: 19231"><p>Thank you for replying ... this day has been endless. I keep looking at the clock and the phone. Time is going by so slowly. It seems almost compulsive at times and I have to fight myself not to do it ... fight myself not to think about those words, "I don't love you, Mom ... I love Dad." I remember the nights I sat up with her when she was sick ... the hours I ported her back and forth to acting classes and after school events she wanted to be a part of. The special surprises I did for her and her friends ... talks in the car ... the trip to Washington when we climbed Ranier together. I remember waking her up to go out and look at the full moon or to catch lightening bugs and crickets when she was little because that was her thing. Spending hours at the table agonizing over homework and spelling words ... watching her favorite TV shows ... doing what seemed like EVERYTHING while her Dad was always at work or doing Boy Scout stuff with our son. </p><p></p><p>After I went back to work I could feel my husband slowly nudging me out of her life ... he was becoming her chum and I was being left out of events. He would "forget" to tell me about school events and suddenly it was as if I was a stranger in my house.When she came home from college, she shared everything with him but nothing with me and he never relayed it on to me. I would "overhear" conversations and ask, "what happened"? ... and it was always, "I told you about that, baby" ... but of course he never did. THAT is still something that goes on to this day.</p><p></p><p>While I feel he and his mother has played a major role in the destruction of the relationship between my daughter and I, he is my husband and I do love him. He has been so supportive through my illness and for that I am very grateful. Still, the emotional stress I've endured is beginning to take it's toll on me and I'm not sure what I should do. Today I called a Psychologist, although at times I feel like I need a Psychiatrist ... maybe that's what he wants me to think. </p><p></p><p>I don't know. I'm dealing with a very calculated, manipulative mother-in-law ... what she's planted in the mind of my precious daughter and husband frightens me. My daughter is only 21 ... my son is 24. </p><p></p><p>On a light note, today my son called me while I was in tears. He's aware of the situation (his sister has been verbally hateful to him as well) and told me that he was tired of his Dad riding the fence on everything. "He's suppose to be setting an example for me and my marriage someday. My wife would have left me if ever behaved that way because no woman would ever love me like you love Dad and put up with that crap." I thanked him for that and told him to just love his Dad ... and thanked him for being there for me. </p><p></p><p>I'm so tired of it all ...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lynn ..., post: 659898, member: 19231"] Thank you for replying ... this day has been endless. I keep looking at the clock and the phone. Time is going by so slowly. It seems almost compulsive at times and I have to fight myself not to do it ... fight myself not to think about those words, "I don't love you, Mom ... I love Dad." I remember the nights I sat up with her when she was sick ... the hours I ported her back and forth to acting classes and after school events she wanted to be a part of. The special surprises I did for her and her friends ... talks in the car ... the trip to Washington when we climbed Ranier together. I remember waking her up to go out and look at the full moon or to catch lightening bugs and crickets when she was little because that was her thing. Spending hours at the table agonizing over homework and spelling words ... watching her favorite TV shows ... doing what seemed like EVERYTHING while her Dad was always at work or doing Boy Scout stuff with our son. After I went back to work I could feel my husband slowly nudging me out of her life ... he was becoming her chum and I was being left out of events. He would "forget" to tell me about school events and suddenly it was as if I was a stranger in my house.When she came home from college, she shared everything with him but nothing with me and he never relayed it on to me. I would "overhear" conversations and ask, "what happened"? ... and it was always, "I told you about that, baby" ... but of course he never did. THAT is still something that goes on to this day. While I feel he and his mother has played a major role in the destruction of the relationship between my daughter and I, he is my husband and I do love him. He has been so supportive through my illness and for that I am very grateful. Still, the emotional stress I've endured is beginning to take it's toll on me and I'm not sure what I should do. Today I called a Psychologist, although at times I feel like I need a Psychiatrist ... maybe that's what he wants me to think. I don't know. I'm dealing with a very calculated, manipulative mother-in-law ... what she's planted in the mind of my precious daughter and husband frightens me. My daughter is only 21 ... my son is 24. On a light note, today my son called me while I was in tears. He's aware of the situation (his sister has been verbally hateful to him as well) and told me that he was tired of his Dad riding the fence on everything. "He's suppose to be setting an example for me and my marriage someday. My wife would have left me if ever behaved that way because no woman would ever love me like you love Dad and put up with that crap." I thanked him for that and told him to just love his Dad ... and thanked him for being there for me. I'm so tired of it all ... [/QUOTE]
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