posted on Jun, 8 2007 @ 01:19 AM
MajorMalfunction -- here's a story that hopefully will make you smile. It might even cause you to become thoughtful for a second or two :-)
Very handsome man cheated on the wife he called his 'plain jane'. Her waist-length hair fell out; she got hives, then pneumonia, then shingles.
Lost weight she couldn't afford -- ended up a spotty, coughing, bald skeleton wracked with physical and emotional pain ---then terror that her
ex-husband and his legal-secretary lover would succeed, as they threatened, to take her children.
Broke, the bald plain-jane worked at three menial jobs to feed her young children and pay the mortgage. Her ex-husband began enjoying all the 'grass
is greener' benefits of a besotted girl-friend: frequent overseas and other luxury trips, a Mercedes, expensive clothes, etc. etc.
He refused to support his children, although he lied like a devil to his and his ex-wife's lawyers.
After property settlement (after he'd forced the sale of the ex family home, thus taking the roof from over his children's heads) during which he
lied and cheated, using false documents, etc., he actually had the gall and insensitivity to phone his impoverished ex-wife, with his gurgling lump of
a girlfriend by his side --- to say that he was considering sending a magnum of champagne to his *ex-wife's* lawyer, for taking care of *his*
interests so generously !
As you can imagine, the ex-wife was put through hell for years by her ex-husband and his legal-savvy lover. He refused to pay a cent towards support
of his children. Never paid. He and his girlfriend manipulated and provoked, twisted and jabbed -- dragged Plain Jane in and out of courts, all the
while claiming they 'wanted custody' of the children.
They sent his Plain Jane photos of themselves naked and lolling in and out of spas and saunas around the world. They hurt the children's feelings
whenever they saw them and disparaged Plain Jane to the children.
Plain Jane toiled at a dead-end job, unable to accept career opportunities because they would necessitate travel and she wasn't prepared to leave the
children. So she patched and mended and perfected the art of playing two parents at once. Tough. It's tough. There's not much 'me' time left
and it gets less and less as the children grow older and need more attention, more supervision, more support and assistance, more money, more, more,
more. And only one ageing parent to provide it.
Seventeen years later, that plain-jane remarried her ex-husband.
Remember that saying about revenge being best when served cold ?
Imagine the friends and family's faces when he walked proudly through their doors with his ex-wife on his arm? They didn't know where to look. All
the viciousness they'd enjoyed inflicting over the years. All the smug, mocking discussions they'd held at her expense. All so they could hang
onto the edges of Mr. Glamour Puss and his moneyed girl-friend (who'd shot through years before and had been replaced with another, virtually
identical version).
That man begged his ex-wife and children to have him back. He'd flown a thousand miles twice before, apparently, but had lost his nerve before
reaching their door. Third time, he made it.
We have to give him credit for guts --- or something.
He'd left the woman he'd been living in luxury with for ten years to sneak up to beg Plain Jane to take him back.
He'd taken the risk.
He risked having the door slammed in his face by his ex-wife and children.
By now, he was no longer handsome. He'd aged baby -- and badly.
But the plain-jane had loved him once. And say what you will about things, your children's father is different to any other man you'll ever know.
Even if he's been a rotten father. Because as your children grow, you begin to see bits of him in them. You may not like it of course. But he's
there, years after he's gone. He's there forever, in fact. You and he made those children. Those children are the product of the love you and he
once felt for each other. And even though you may not believe this, MajorMalfunction, there's no-one can totally remove that man from you -- not
even the best second-husband and stepfather in the world. For years, of course, you may find yourself denying all of the above.
Plain Jane believed, truly believed, that if she ever saw her ex-husband again, she'd first break his knees with a lump of 4" x 4" to bring him
down to her size, after which she'd take him apart piece by piece, with relish, for all the pain and rejection he'd heaped on those beautiful
children.
She'd married again by this stage, to a dynamic, breathtaking, exciting (also drunk and neurotic and ruthless) man who was reasonably wealthy. She
never believed she'd see her first husband again. She referred to him privately as her biggest mistake and as accidental sperm donor re: her
children. She was over him. She even moved past despising him and was now indifferent to him and his memory.
But when he came back, hat in hand, it felt 'right'. She didn't hit him with a lump of wood. She was a bit thoughtful. The kids looked
apprehensive. Then she kissed him on the cheek.
His children accepted and forgave him. They couldn't 'forget', but they're generous hearted kids.
Family back together again. There are ups and downs of course. But through it all, it feels 'right' even when it's bad. Man, woman and the
children they bore, together -- getting through together, late in the day. She believes this has been a very healing thing for her children and their
father -- maybe even for her, too.
By the time he returned to his family, he owed Plain Jane several hundred thousand dollars, including the business he'd sold by forging her signature
and pocketing the lot, way back at the divorce and bitterness stage.
But now, the new house -- worth more than twice as much as that debt -- is in her name. Now she has something to leave to her children (something
that had always haunted her).
He loves her to bits. And adores the kids. Confessed to her and the kids that he'd ripped them off, been a bastard. Vindicated the claims she'd
made and which had fallen on official deaf-ears when she was going through what you're going through now.
It's just a thought, MM. It probably makes you ill to consider reuniting.
But don't discard the suggestion altogether.
It's hard being a single mum and gets harder as you and the children age.
For practical, if no other reasons, it's worth considering.
Pride & hurt pride don't pay the bills.
Lawyers fan the flames.
Bureaucrats get paid, no matter what happens to you. They go home and watch tv. You're just another case.
Friends and family soon have problems of their own and grow sick of yours.
The sadness and regret never leave. Anger's just a shield. It leaves. Self-recrimination sneaks in, and guilt: ' Could I, should I, have tried
harder, tried longer, overlooked more, forgiven more, understood more, tolerated more -- for the sake of holding it together for the kids ?
Two heads are better than one. Two lungs, two eyes, two feet & hands, two kidneys. Often, two parents are better than one, in case one falls over.
Even a bad marriage is sometimes worth reconstituting?
There are 'magic' ways to mend. I'm sure someone can tell you how -- using freezer or other :-)
All the best, whatever you decide