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My Children Should Not Have Had To Suffer Because Their Parents Were Divorced
My own family treated them as inferior.
My children were pretty happy kids in 1984. All three had a lot of friends. They were girls, 12, 7 and 5. They were smart and playful. Yes, dad lived in one place with Grandma G, and mom lived in another place with them, but we all cared about each other. Then, enter MY family. They treated my kids like they were underlings and pathetic and broken. These were the people I had loved and respected all their lives so my kids paid attention to them.
How sad for my children.
Granted, this was 1984. No one in my family got divorced and the ones that did had no children so they were exonerated. Me, I was equivalent to the Wicked Witch of the West. My kids were confused. They saw me as a happy, loving and involved mom. Why were Grandma and Grandpa J being so mean to me? My own parents. Especially when they were seeing dad and grandma G so much more then they used to and they were really loving it.
My family basically turned on me but my husbands family were very supportive. After all, they knew him much better and knew he liked his freedom. He needed his freedom. The reason we were married is anther story for another time. But my own family liked my ex better than me. He was a pretty crappy father but had…
