Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following email from a reader whom we’ll call “Maryjane.”
If your husband, whom you found out had affairs all during your marriage, had a child with his secretary, paid her hush money, came onto your mother, grandmother, and another sister, told you that he had an affair with your sister ”¦ during the time frame that you were readying for divorce, would you believe him? Also, this man gambled away most all the money in the marriage on football and golf betting (at a country club that you were the member of, not him, as he ran up bills) and was an alcoholic ”¦
And at the time, that piece of info about your sister, was just a part of the entire hurtful mess and too much to process ”¦ while he was also telling you that he loves you and will never cheat again ”¦ and of course, you don’t believe him. You were just trying to process the insanity of it all. Then you were both at your parents’ house and you walked into the laundry room to find this husband and that sister, whispering and snuggling ”¦
And you got furious. even screamed. and went in a made a big to do about what you had seen to your parents ”¦ and this sister, the manipulator, liar of the century, said that you were crazy and that she didn’t know what you were talking about and pointed out that you were overly emotional as usual.
During the divorce, you were cleaning out your husband’s dresser drawers and found a nude photo of this sister in the bottom of his ‘junk’ drawer ”¦ taken during the time, (junk alright, huh?), this sister had lived with you in another state, for three months, eight years previously. And the nude photo was taken on her bed at her apartment that was a short distance from where you lived.
The divorce was awarded to you on extreme mentally cruelty in a no fault divorce state ”¦ and you kept the part about ‘your sister’ out of the court proceedings to ‘protect your family’ ”¦ as you were embarrassed to have such immoral, incestuous, crassness in your own family, on top of the obvious embarrassment and hurt of the rest of it.
After the divorce and during a time, you were ready to address it ”¦ you told your parents about it ”¦ and they couldn’t/wouldn’t believe it ”¦
You see, this sister was the mother of their ‘grandchildren,’ and you were a divorced woman going through pain and not much fun to be around ”¦ And your parents were all about drinking and partying and you were dealing with issues and things that they didn’t want to ever think about, much less acknowledge happened in their family ”¦
These parents were both alcoholics and lived in denial about most everything that occurred with their children and in their lives ”¦ as in one sister being on drugs and having manic episodes. When you told them that she was doing drugs, they didn’t believe you then either. Until ”¦ Gee! It was proven to be true ”¦ and after many episodes, she is diagnosed as being bipolar.
So, you were the truth teller, the one in pain ”¦ the one who saw and the one who was crushed under affairs, lying, alcoholism ”¦ and instead of comfort and caring ”¦ you got disbelief and alienation ”¦
And you suffered it all while being sober, because you don’t drink or do drugs.
The sister who you were told had an affair with your husband began to excluded you from family ‘get togethers’ ”¦ as in her children’s birthday parties ”¦ and pretty soon, you weren’t invited to anything ”¦ because you represented something that no one wanted to look at. She needed to keep you away, because she knew that you knew the truth ”¦ so you were dangerous to the facade that she tried so hard to create and to keep intact.
You moved to another state and during this time, this sister had another affair with a married man ”¦ actually, she has had many with married men that you knew about. But this one almost caused her to lose her license, because it went against professional ethics ”¦ even as she took this husband of another woman to ‘church’ with her.
Your father finally told you that he knew you were telling the truth ”¦ but what could he do? That it was between you girls ”¦
And you responded, “So you let her exclude me when she was the one who did this to me and all the while you knew the truth?” And he shrugged as he took another drink of wine ”¦
You see he had affairs on your mother all throughout their marriage, and you even overheard one talking on the phone to your father while you were in high school, telling him that she missed and loved him and calling him by name ”¦
He knew that you overheard and said that it was a wrong number ”¦
But of course, it wasn’t. And he eventually told you that he was thinking about leaving your mother because he loved this woman and he had been unhappy in the marriage for years. And as hurt as you felt, you could kind of understand this, because your mother was given a prefrontal lobotomy when you were two years old and she was not much of a companion on many levels. And because of her lack of affect and diminished capacity, you and she did not get along well at all. Because you are artistic, emotional, strong and outgoing and she was weak, dependant and most times, not even present. You can’t even recall having a real conversation with her. But being true to your mother, you tell your dad, that if he leaves her you will never speak to him again ”¦
After all, was she really insane, or was it post partum depression ”¦ or did your Dad drive her crazy by his criticizing and neglect?
You were angry at both your dad and your mother ”¦ and while needing their love, lost respect for them both as your heart broke into a million pieces. Nothing was as it seemed in your family. It was mostly all façade ”¦
Your dad didn’t leave, but continued his womanizing, while giving the ‘image’ of the ‘good family man’ ”¦ Even your friends at high school knew about it and would make snide remarks ”¦ You withdrew into yourself, your room, your friends and ballet to survive. But your family made fun of you for dancing. They made fun of you for everything you liked and did, especially ‘that’ sister.
For about 30 years, you are excluded from most all ‘family things’ led by this sister ”¦ who now wore a mantel of a ‘church woman,’ letting her hair go gray and becoming fatter and uglier by the year, and claimed her ‘best friend’ was a shriveled-up old Bishop ”¦ who hung around your family like some kind of a leech ”¦ Your father befriends this old Bishop and took him on extravagant trips.
And during this time, your father on several occasions told you that there is a part of him that wished he had left your mother when she had her breakdown and taken you with him, and that he wished you were his only child.
That he knew that sister had always treated you with hate and animosity, and had done everything she could to harm your life. He called her a big dumbass broad ”¦ which both made you chuckle and cringe at how cruel, duplicitous and sordid your father was.
After your mother died, your father had affair, after affair, after affair, with women young enough to be his daughters, while he claimed this Bishop was his ‘spiritual advisor.’ All of these women were golddiggers, whorish types, and you told him so. And he got angry at you for telling him the truth ”¦ said that you were always causing problems. You only saw your father on occasion, because you couldn’t stand being around these women, the drinking, and the squandering of money, but your sisters participated in it all. At ‘that’ sister’s son’s wedding you weren’t included, but the current golddigger in your Father’s life was. But then after he realized what the women were, he admonished, “Why didn’t you tell me?” and he dumped them.
Your Dad is dead now ”¦ and in his later years, because of ill health, he stopped so much with the drinking, but after a lifetime of it, was a dry drunk. He would tell you on occasion how much you meant to him, and that you were always right and always told the truth, and you heard back from others that he thought you his most beautiful, brightest, deserving and moral child”¦
Your sisters ignored you, were hateful to you, or many times, actually cruel, especially the one who had an affair with your first husband ”¦ They claimed that they don’t know what’s wrong with you when you got angry, and said you were emotional and always played the victim.
What would you do and what would you think?
Maryjane,
Sorry, we posted over each other.
I can see that you probably don’t need any more self-help book recommendations. But one thing you might be interested in is a series about being the family scapegoat on the ‘Kellevision’ blog:
The Scapegoat as Truth Teller for the Family
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. – George Bernard Shaw
The Scapegoat in a family system is often the one who tells (or acts out) the truth in the family, the elephant in the living room that no one is talking about. It is this act of truth telling that makes them the target for family rebuke.” http://www.kellevision.com/kellevision/2009/05/the-scapegoat-as-truth-teller.html
Also, Skylar (one of the LF posters) has a website where she talks about the scapegoat role a lot. Sounds like you were both the scapegoat as well as being lovebombed by your father, as Oxy pointed out. That’s a really tough place to be, and one of the things that sets you up to be the scapegoat in the first place. There is another quote from the above blog that I particularly appreciate:
“How is the Scapegoat chosen? Please pay attention if you are your family’s Scapegoat. This is important. (Again, this process is totally subconscious on the part of the family.) The Scapegoat must have two characteristics in order to be able to perform their function:
1) They must be the strongest.
The Scapegoat has to bear the sins of the entire family. They have to survive, alone, in the “desert” without the comfort or support of the family. So they must be strong in order to carry the burden.
2) They must be the most loving.
The Scapegoat sacrifices themself for the benefit of the family. Again, this is somewhat subconscious, but only some level they know they are doing this. They give up themselves so the family may appear to be “OK”. ” http://www.kellevision.com/kellevision/2008/11/the-scapegoat.html
But I don’t want my family to be snakes. I want them to be like the pretense of it. It is hard to see the cold hard reality. Anything my father gave there was a slam along with it. Here this is yours but… it was sadistic. What happen to him tomake him so twisted? Self preservation.. was that it? preservation of self? Trying to feel okay and in control? As he was sooo controlling. He would even ask me when I say sitting on the floor reading something happy and content. I looked up and he was watching me and he asked “What are you so happy about?” It gave me the creeps .. I was in highschool and I was just happy sitting there .. he seemed envous of internal contentment… when my first husband cheated on me and it was all found out.. My Dad told me I must’ve been a bad wife for him to do that. Whoa! That crushed me .. I went to a psycholgist and he asked me. “Did you ever think that it is not about you that it is about the people in your life?” He knew my whole family and he told me that my father and family were toxic to my soul and for me to get away and stay away and I have sure tried all my life I have tried.
Annie, wow yes, I will check that out.. Thank you.. I am the scapegoat and people are always remarking how strong that I am and loving .. when I feel like I am mush inside.. but I don’t think that I come across like that. I reached out to hug ‘that’ sister during the timeframe of my Dad’s funeral and she refused to hug me in front of the whole family… she felt like a frozen statue and her eyes black and cold as I looked directly into them. I felt I was in the presense of evil.
Maryjane,
Of course you want a loving family….you just don’t have one. You WERE in the presence of evil.
I also want a loving family. I don’t have one either. But I do have a wonderful adopted son, and I have great friends, and they are not large in numbers, but there are people who care about me, who enjoy my company, and do not try to hurt me as “fun”—even if I lived on a desert island totally alone…I would be better off than in the company of the evil ones.
Your therapist is right. But YOU do not have to accept that kind of treatment. When you get tired of being treated this way, stop asking “why do they treat me this way? and ask instead, “Why do I put up with this kind of sheety treatment?”
Annie, my egg donor CRAMMED HER DEFINITION of “forgiveness” down my throat with a hell fire and damnation chaser of if I didn’t pretend none of it happened then I would go to hell and burn forever….so I can know pretty much I think whence cometh your problems with the word “forgiveness”—-and why others are so triggered by it as well. I was resistant to it as well until I realized that there is another way to achieve the same peace without having to “pretend it never happened”—-because believe me, pretending didn’t work.
Sky talks about cog/dis —-and being forced to “forgive” when we don’t feel it or feel that the person is even sorry….doesn’t mesh up with reality and does cause us cog/dis. It just doesn’t work.
I never did feel “right about it” or that it was what I should have done—only that I had to pretend to do it to quieten down the two headed dog that I had to throw meat to in order to survive—my egg donor. I finally decided to starve the beast to death. No more sacrifices of cutting off pieces of my soul to fling to the beast as the ultimate self sacrifice.
I know I am the scapegoat.. but I forget it too.. I don’t live around them.. I only would see my Dad for a couple of days and maybe one or two of them then be on my way. In the end my Dad confessed much to me and it made me feel better that he did see what had occurred on some level. When I am around them and I get punched, ignored, put done, smirked at.. It feels strange and stupid. .. I am not around that inmy life where I live and if I see or feel it I walk away..But now I am having to be around these sister to settle the estate and being aroung them literally makes me feel physically ill. I will not be around anyone of them alone and never without a friend of mine present. ‘That’ one sister tried to strangle one of my other sisters in the ladies lounge at the country club. I think that she is capable of anything.When I was there I was walking down the back hallway and she passed me and almost pushed me into the wall. She is manipulative and nasty. She manipulates and controls the younger two.. it’s all so pathetic.. I feel sorry for them as much as I feel ill around them. And the longer I have been away from being entertiwned in it.. the stranger it feels when I am.
“only that I had to pretend to do it to quieten down the two headed dog that I had to throw meat to in order to survive—my egg donor. I finally decided to starve the beast to death. No more sacrifices of cutting off pieces of my soul to fling to the beast as the ultimate self sacrifice.”
Hoo-boy Oxy, you are ON today girl!!! What a great quote!
“The two-headed dog that I had to throw meat to in order to survive”. What a great description. I’m going to borrow that from you, if you don’t mind.
BTW, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. I seem to remember that you made a comment one time about the difference between being a ‘victim’ and being a ‘volunteer’, but I can’t find it. Would you happen to remember that? I think that would make a great article, btw. (hint, hint)
Maryjane, it certainly sounds like you were in the presence of evil. One of the great advantages of doing this healing work is that at some point you start to ‘get it’ – it becomes second nature. You can see something and immediately be able to spot it without wasting energy questioning it. You develop skills, and then learn to trust your gut. As people on here often say: “I know what I know.”
Annie, don’t have time to expound on it more right now…there are other people who have though, but basic idea is that being a “victim” is that without any warning say, our husband/wife cheats on us, we catch them we are a VICTIM…they promise not to do it again….they do, and rinse and repeat…the last times we VOLUNTEERED to be cheated on because we kept on giving them chance after chance.
I had a “friend” who stole from me. She denied it of course but there was NO doubt. I took her back as a “friend” and gave her another chance to have access to my stuff…she stole from me again. I VOLUNTEERED for those last times, I wasn’t a victim, I was a volunteer.
That’s a basic look at the concept, but lots of writers have expounded on that concept.
Annie, yes, because of what I have been through I have great radar in life.. now.. but when I am around my family at least, when I was weak and vulnerable at his death.. it was like this evil seeped in and captured me.. I have been having nightmares and rememberances of things that I had forgotten about for years… My therapist said it is usual when the abuser dies to have this occur…
And now that he is dead I feel free on some level too.. free to get my book out.. free to breathe, free to not have to be around these people again.. free to know I am loveable as I am.. and I am not like these people.. I never felt like I belonged or fit in the family that I was born into.. I always felt like an alien from some foreign planet when around them.. no one talks about anything real, and all the drinking.. and lying.. and having to pretend it wasn’t what it was.. i don’t have to pretend any longer..
Annie,
I have received advice from you in the past (along with skylar, ox, & Donna).
I need to explain something to you, that is happening to my niece, I prefer not to post publicly. This is specific to you because of your own personal experiences, is it ok to post my email here?