How Do Things Get So Messed Up?
did.
Why stand the abuse, and why stay where you’re definitely not wanted or appreciated and treated like shit?
He and his wife were separated and didn’t even like each other, and that’s when he met someone, someone special who didn’t treat him like shit, and no six year-old or three-year-old is going to understand. They’ll only know what their mother tells them.
His wife placed the kyougi form in front of him and demanded he fill it out. She and her mother—their entire family—lied to him. She took it home and filled her name in under the child custody portion, and then filed it at the town hall. She said she hated him, wished he go away, and didn’t care what he did.
BAM! She got what she wanted.
(But she wanted a lot more.)
He regretted leaving his children; he wanted to see them, visit with them, and be a part of their lives, be with them, but at the time of divorce, and with his ex-wife’s visitation demands, it just didn’t happen. Instead of giving them the opportunity to see their parents happy respectively, their mother wanted them right back in an unhappy state, but he didn’t want that, and he didn’t let it happen.
To a six-year-old, thirteen years is a long time with many twists and turns of discovery, childhood, school, and adolescents, especially when looking back on a her parents’ divorce from the age of twenty, but to a forty-seven-year-old man, thirteen years ago could very well seem as though it were just last week, and if there had been a bitter divorce, as in this case, it could even be recalled very clearly and as lucidly as if it were yesterday, especially if he has never been able to forget it or his children and literally plays the events over and over again in his mind . . . every single day.
The events are in his blood. He knows them; the children do not. They only have memories planted within them by his ex-wife. It’s called Parental Alienation Syndrome, and when coupled with Malicious Mother Syndrome—oh, she made a mess of things with court cases and death threats—it can be particularly ruthless, and it’s terrible for the children; they quite often don’t have a clue, but they have an anger and hatred in their hearts that they don’t need, or they should find a way to justify it—stop taking their mother’s word for it.
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