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By Ox Drover
Thirty years ago I met a special lady, she was my next-door neighbor’s sister-in-law. She had grown up in Italy during WWII. Her father was a “slave” to the government and worked for them. In exchange, he was given at least a limited amount of food. He loved his children and gave all the food to his children. As a consequence of giving all the food he had to his children, he became very weak and unable to work at full capacity. His masters informed him that if he continued to give the majority of the food to his children that when he became unable to work, all food would be stopped, and not only he, but his children as well, would starve.
This lady remembered watching her father cry as he ate, knowing that his children were hungry, but knowing also that by keeping up his strength, he might be able to save not only himself, but his children as well. I remember thinking what a terrible choice this man was given, yet knowing too, that he did what he did to save not only himself but his children as well.
This has been one of those stories that has stuck with me forever, one I will never forget as long as I have two synapses that communicate with each other. I realized lately though, how much meaning this story has on several levels.
One of the “common themes” among former victims seems to me to be our capacity to “give unto others” the resources of all kinds that we have. Story after story on Lovefraud tells of a former victim giving money and time to their abuser to their own detriment. Not just “sharing” what they have willingly, but giving everything to others, who willingly take, not caring at all that their victim is literally “starving” themselves in order to provide resources to the psychopathic abuser.
I am sure this father in the above story would have willingly given all the food to his children, and willingly starved himself to death in order that they might live. Unfortunately, his death by starvation would have only, later, precipitated the death by starvation of the very children he sacrificed to save. It was only by retaining enough food to keep himself alive, even though the children were still hungry, that they all could live.
Looking back on my life and the stories of other former victims, I see so many similarities to the way we have given to those we loved, but to the point of our own starvation, at which point, we were discarded by the psychopaths, who moved gleefully on to the next caring victim.
Caring and sharing is a good trait in loving and compassionate people. The Bible and other sacred works advise us to be “giving” and “compassionate” people, and to share our good fortune with others who are “in need.” I never found though, that any of these writings advise us to give the last morsel of food, the only coat we have, or to move out of our homes into the snow and invite others to move into our homes while we freeze to death in the snow.
I never found an admonition for the followers of Jesus to give money to those who are too lazy to work, or to house, feed and support anyone who could but wouldn’t work. I do find exhortations, though, that we should work with our hands so that we will have resources to share with those “in need.”
Depriving ourselves of the necessary things in life in order to supply abundant things to those who will not “help themselves” to the limit of their abilities is not, in my opinion, a good use of our resources.
Whether the “things” we give to others are our financial resources or our time, when we deprive ourselves of the resources necessary for a healthy life in order to give to another, and we deplete ourselves to the point we become “broken down” or “starved” and can no longer take care of even ourselves, we do no one a favor.
I can’t even completely imagine how that Italian father must have suffered with each bite he took, but he did what he did because it was the best thing to do. I would also imagine that his guilt at eating the food he did must have given him incredible pain, but all of his children and he and his wife survived the war.
In order to help others, we too much feed ourselves first, and take care of our own needs. It isn’t a crime to be good to yourself, though I know I still have trouble at times doing just that, being good to myself.
Yesterday was the first time I wrote on lovefraud & would love to part of your threads as I have found your articles and stories very helpful. The problem is that I am in London so the time difference makes it difficult. I have just begun to realize that it is ok to take care of me first. My p got the kids a dog over the summer so that he could go away on holiday with his new victim and the kids would still think he was super dad. I work full time and did not want a pet as it would not be fair. (as I said yest) he will not leave,no matter how I try to get him out. He got the dog without asking my opinion on the matter. Anyhow, six months pass and the dog is huge,kids lost interest&he doesn’t do anything with it-yesterday I had enough and today have given the dog to a good home where it will be looked after properly. This is the first thing I have done for me-and although the kids may hate me for a bit-they will see that it was the right
thing to do. I feel so much better now and hope this will be the beginning of doing what’s right for me and my children.
Thanks again to all of u & will catch up with you all tomorrow.
It’s funny how I feel as though I know all, but I do-and I hope that soon I too will be free!X
Quick question-when does the feeling of shame go away? The shame of allowing myself to have this done to me& the shame of not being able to control my life? I went back to university a few years ago and got my degree-how can I be so driven and so foolish at the same time? How the heck did I end up like this? Loved what oxy said yesterday-I feel so much better now that I’ve given up hope-that just about days it a-how sad! Sorry to ramble, I just feel so stuck!x
Dear Lace,
Welcome to LF. there are others here in the UK and austrailia and Europe, so there is a big time difference in some of our lives, but that’s okay, we may be asleep when you write us or vice versa, but we catch up!
GOOD FOR YOU! I’m glad you did what was right by not only the dog, but by your kids and by you! Especially you!
If children are not old enough and willing enough to be responsible, the consequence is 1) you take care of it 2) you give the animal away to someone who is willing and able to care for it.
I don’t think the kids will hate you, but if they want another pet, you might get something they CAN take care of and WILL be interested in enough to care for with you monitoring the animal of course.
Maybe you should get the kids a huge dog that can live at DADDY’s house. LOL or get them a set of drums or a buggle to keep at daddy’s house so they won’t be bored while there. LOL
Again, welcome to LF. Tell as much or as little of your story as you want and feel comfortable doing! Glad you are here!
Meant to read “that just about says it all!”The mistakes are because I am using my cell phone as it’s the only way he can’t demand to see what I am doing!
Thanks oxy, daddy lives here as he won’t move out. He used to have his own place because he’s an alcoholic and I didn’t want kids around him when he was drinking-he stays sober for yrs then drinks for months. He’s sober now but I didn’t realize that the reason he slowly moved in here was because his house was repossessed. Fool that I am thought he’d seen the error of his ways.lol! I said no dog, but he got one anyway! I do t know how he paid for it-don’t care either as I gave it away for free. Now he’s here & has no intention of going even though I know he has another woman. I just don’t get it. I think the reason he’s stayed sober this long is because he doesn’t want her to see anything other than the fantasy he’s presenting. He lies constantly-I used to fall for it all! X
Are you married to daddy? If not, have a court order to evict him, not sure how that works in the UK. If you are married to him, can you file for divorce and get him evicted that way?
Does he work? If not, does he sponge meals and money off you? Looks like a good way to show a court he is a mooch if he has no job.
I think I would personally figure out some way to get the bloke out of there! I am sending you my worm wishes for a P-free life!
I know with my guy when I began to feel suffocated and stressed that this man was not good for me. I was too much too soon. In the first month, I am visiting his very ill mother in the hospital, ado doing things for her.. I am a caring person and I don’t regret caring for this dying woman.. but I felt put upon, exhausted and it wasn’t right in that, I had just moved into a new house and should be happy and focusing on myself. He did help me but I soon saw it was to ‘get into my life’ to set it up so that he could move into my property as he was three months behind in his rent and eviction had been stared. I found this out the exact day that he moved in.. and finding it out.. I never trusted him. We were doomed.. and I should’ve kicked him out.. but oh, how he told me that he loved me and his mother was dying.. this man lived in my house almost a year.. and I was rarely happy. Sure there were some good times, but everything about his life made left me with a feeling of exhaustion…. he was like some heavy burden. Sure, I lived my life and took care of me.. but since he has been gone now almost a year…I really realize that I was living his life.. I had let him and he connived to get me focused on him, his burdens, his children, his traveling. I cooked amazing dinners, washed his clothers. He came home to a perfectly kept home.. and I had no rights as a wife and few benefits.. He took me out and helped me around the house..but I felt little real affectionf for him It was his manipulation and his continual telling me how much he loved me and how great our life was going to be that kept me in this thing. He would call last at night when he arrived places and want to talk to me until he go to his hotel room It was obsessive. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.. but I talked.. then finaly, I said at 11:30.. I am off the phone and into my nighttime peace.. that man would’ve had me jumping through all his hoops. I am so glad that he is out of my life. SO GLAD!
This blog entry was validating for me. Thanks for the insight.
Dear Jan,
Thank you, I am glad that it resonated with you. I don’t think I will ever forget the lady from Italy, or her story or the story of her father’s sacrifice for his children. It touched me in a very deep way. I can only half imagine how he must have felt.
I realized though, that there was a moral in that story, that could apply to me (and others) in that some of us will continue to “starve ourselves into our graves” in an effort to “give to others” to the point that we have nothing left to give, and that is defeating all the way around.
Post reminded me of both my parents my Dad was in WWII for Italy and my mom must have lived in Italy through it…. We give until we have nothing left…. they take every ounce they can get and leave before the going gets tough… he thinks he will be back…well 40 is the new 30 so I will be taking a longgggg break for myself and I plan on visiting some family in Italy this summer… I need the break I hope the universe is listening I need a vacation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! recharge the dead battery…..need a jump start…..