Honestly, we had a great relationship before H came along. Once it was established P did, indeed, bear B's child, our relationship promptly hit the skids. They felt it was in H's best interest for him to have both parents together, and that B was disobeying God's law by refusing to take her back, despite that she had cheated on him and treated him rather poorly in general. I was told not to take it personally, but I honestly don't know anyone who would have a better reaction in identical circumstances. I mean, it hurt that they were actively encouraging my partner, the only man I have ever truly loved, to leave me because some idiot lied about being on birth control and the bigger idiot decided to believe her despite her clear pattern of lying and manipulation.
Things have honestly sucked since then. I don't blame H, because I can recognize it would have been something eventually. I resent being controlled, and they demand total compliance. If it had t been B's love life, it would have eventually been something else. I mean, these are the same people that tried to force me to abort both pregnancies because Martyr said she couldn't raise another child, despite the fact I was financially secure and independent both times. Who the fuck does that? I'm as pro-choice as you get, and that's the bottom line. It was NEVER her choice to make, and I was subject to so much verbal abuse for refusing to cave. It was an especially sore sticking point, because part of their unabashed favoritism of P centered on the fact that she had their grandchild. When I was no longer pregnant with Felicity (before I became pregnant with Sephie) I was just some POS their son was banging. At least, that's how they made me feel.
Emotionally, I've reached the place where I just don't care. They are the most dysfunctional, selfish people I have ever met. They don't care who they hurt, and that includes their own children. One day, I hope to stop feeling guilty for bringing Sephie into this family. As much as I love her and B, I sincerely wish I had exercised better judgment when picking my mate. I realize you marry the person, not the family, but in this case, it was truly a package deal. A really terrible package deal.
Things have honestly sucked since then. I don't blame H, because I can recognize it would have been something eventually. I resent being controlled, and they demand total compliance. If it had t been B's love life, it would have eventually been something else. I mean, these are the same people that tried to force me to abort both pregnancies because Martyr said she couldn't raise another child, despite the fact I was financially secure and independent both times. Who the fuck does that? I'm as pro-choice as you get, and that's the bottom line. It was NEVER her choice to make, and I was subject to so much verbal abuse for refusing to cave. It was an especially sore sticking point, because part of their unabashed favoritism of P centered on the fact that she had their grandchild. When I was no longer pregnant with Felicity (before I became pregnant with Sephie) I was just some POS their son was banging. At least, that's how they made me feel.
Emotionally, I've reached the place where I just don't care. They are the most dysfunctional, selfish people I have ever met. They don't care who they hurt, and that includes their own children. One day, I hope to stop feeling guilty for bringing Sephie into this family. As much as I love her and B, I sincerely wish I had exercised better judgment when picking my mate. I realize you marry the person, not the family, but in this case, it was truly a package deal. A really terrible package deal.
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