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What’s going on with Batterers

Posted by pavlovskitty on December 4, 2008

From an article on Batterers Intervention, on the West Virginia Coalition Against Domestic Violence website:

What’s Going On With Batterers?
It is important to know and point out to batterers that most men do not abuse their partners and their children. Dr. David Adams, a batterer’s counselor in Boston for over twenty years, estimates that about eighty percent of batterers grew up in a home in which they watched their father beat their mother. Therefore, they likely have the skewed notion that most, if not all, men use violence to control their families. A former abuser, now batterer’s intervention program director Hamish Sinclair likes to tell the men in his groups, “Real men do not abuse their partners and children.” Dr. David Adams reports that while there exists a range of behaviors among batterers, most share similar beliefs and traits. The following represents some of those common characteristics Dr. Adams has found in two decades of running batterers’ intervention programs.

  • Public vs. Private Behavior: Many batterers work hard to create the public image of being the concerned, decent “family man.” Often nobody else has seen the violent, controlling side of him, resulting in victims being accused of exaggerating or lying about the abuse.
  • Abusing Power, Control and Manipulation: The batterer’s goal is to achieve power and control over his victim. Domestic violence is not simply random, isolated acts of violence. Rather, Dr. Adams tells us, it is “a planned pattern of coercive control that includes verbal abuse, threats, psychological manipulation, sexual coercion, and control over economic resources.” The batterer’s incessant criticism and allegations of infidelity ravage the victim’s self-esteem, keeping her on the defensive and isolated from her family, friends and co-workers. Part of the manipulation is to keep changing the list of rules and demands the victim must meet to avoid abuse.
  • Projecting Blame: One of the most widespread forms of batterer manipulation is to blame the victim for his abuse. Similar to alcoholics, the batterer portrays himself as the victim, arguing that she “drove me to it,” “pushes my buttons,” or “provoked me.” Frequently, outsiders are then deceived into focusing on the victim’s actions. This does the batterer no favor; for in failing to hold him accountable, he has no means to analyze options to the violence.
  • Claiming Loss of Control: For some time mental health professionals believed that most batterers suffered from poor impulse control. Thus, when batterers said, “Well, I just lost it!,” most of us believed them. Dr. David Adams and other reputable batterer experts now report that less than five to ten percent of batterers have poor impulse control or an anger problem; rather it is, as mentioned above, a planned pattern of coercive control. Most men who batter their partners and children do not exhibit “generalized violence.” They do not assault the police officer who gives them a speeding ticket or their boss who yells at them for being late to work. Clearly, many batterers believe there will not be sanctions for partner violence. For those batterers who do exhibit generalized violence, extra caution should be taken, as they tend to be more dangerous to their families and law enforcement officers.
  • Claiming a Problem with Anger: Similar to the excuse of poor impulse control, many abusers allege difficulty controlling their anger. However, Dr. David Adams asserts that only a small minority of batterers, he estimates five to seven percent, cannot control their anger. We have learned this from listening to batterers as they explain their abuse. For example, one batterer said that he puts the children in the next room before assaulting his wife, to prevent them from witnessing the abuse. Another abuser reported taking off all his rings “so I wouldn’t hurt her too bad.” Dr. Adams tells us that such explanations are typical of abusers. This planned behavior constitutes pre-meditation in West Virginia and every other state, and obviously does not indicate someone whose anger is uncontrollable.
  • Attributing to Substance Abuse: Dr. Murray Strauss, in his article “Alcohol Abuse and Family Violence,” reports that in spite of the high correlation between domestic violence and alcohol/ drug abuse, experts agree that such substances do not cause the violence. Doctors Strauss and Adams say that the alcohol or drugs may function as disinhibitors and a convenient excuse, but batterers who abuse substances have two separate problems for which they should receive treatment, education and be held accountable.
  • Minimizing and Denying the Abuse: Batterers’ education specialists report that few batterers, even the most brutal, consider themselves as such, and will, invariably, under-report or deny their abuse. Researchers Scinovacz, Browning and Dutton found that even when directly questioned by law enforcement, judges or therapists, most batterers simply lied about the abuse, with some attempting to rationalize it. Dr. David Adams reports that, when prodded, the majority of batterers will minimize their actions with comments such as “I only gave her a little shove,” when, in fact, he pushed the victim down a flight of stairs. Batterers typically consider even serious abuse (punching, choking, beating up) as self-defense, when it is clearly retaliation for the victim’s failure to do what the batterer wanted. Often, even severe batterers express shock when arrested, for it has not registered that their violence constitutes a crime.
  • Failure to Take Responsibility for Own Actions: Most batterers blame outside forces for their violent behavior; the victim’s “mouthiness” for example, alcohol or a bad day at work.
  • External Motivation: Dr. David Adams and other experts have found that most batterers are externally motivated. That is, they care very much what others, particularly men, think of them. When men in our communities are willing to stand up and say, “Real men don’t beat their partners and their children,” abusers can get the message that their behavior is closer to that of an immature bully and coward.

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Survivor

Posted by pavlovskitty on October 17, 2008

If you were wondering, that’s what the top of the blog says this month, in honor of National Domestic Violence Awareness month. 

I am not ashamed.  He will not make me hide the truth.

I have been away from him for nearly five years now, and thanks to the distance, the incidences of panic on my part and attempted control on his are fewer, though some are almost as painful as the physical injuries. 

I am worthy of love.  That’s been a hard one, and there are days that I still don’t feel it like a “normal” woman.  There are shades of paranoia in my relationship now that I can only attribute to the years of exposure to my abuser’s manipulations.

My sweetheart flew from Florida to see me last week.  I can’t remember a time I’ve been so happy.  My children like him, and the world was so much more colorful holding his hand.  And Saturday night, we did something to honor the trip.  He had two new amazing tattoos done, and I had one very special one.  I knew I wanted something to mark this milestone in my life, how far I’ve come from what I was, and how happy I am to see a possible future without fear.  I decided on an awareness ribbon, but not really. 

Instead of a typical ribbon, I wanted something girly.  I wanted pretty.  So on my right hip, where I have continual pain as a result of both RA and violence, I have a new bow instead.  Think of the ribbon, and then tie up the loose ends.  That’s where I am.

Peace, pav

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Why they stay

Posted by pavlovskitty on September 24, 2008

In further response to a comment received on how I am responsible for not leaving a violent situation, I would like to try to educate my readers on a subject that hopefully they do not understand – blaming the victim.

Why Victims May Stay

From The National Center for Victims of Crime

Very few individuals would become involved in a relationship they knew to be violent. Domestic violence has subtle origins. What starts out as love, courtship and concern, may turn into domination, forced adherence to rigid sex roles and obsessive jealousy. Victims are not masochists. They do not enjoy being hurt, abused, battered and controlled. Victims may stay with someone who is abusing them for various reasons which include:

 

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    • Fear of the abuser;
    • Love;
    • Threats to harm the victim, loved ones or pets;
    • Threats of suicide;
    • Believing the abuser will take their children;
    • Religious reasons;
    • Believing the abuser will change;
    • Self-blame;
    • Limited financial options;
    • Believing that violence is normal;
    • Believing in the sanctity of marriage and the family;
    • Limited housing options;
    • Blaming the abuse on alcohol, financial pressures, or other outside factors;
    • Low self-esteem;
    • Fear of the unknown, of change;
    • Isolation;
    • Embarrassment and shame;
    • Believing no one can help;
    • Cultural beliefs;
    • Denial; and
    • Pressure from friends and family to stay.

I will also be updating my links at the side for other websites.  Peace.

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A letter to someone who wasn’t there

Posted by pavlovskitty on September 24, 2008

I’m going to edit this quite a bit to remove anything identifying, but I’ve had the wonderful fortune to be in contact with my daughter’s younger sister’s mother.  (Follow that one?)  It might explain itself in the letter, but I when I started the email, I had no idea it would be that long or that detailed.  It has a lot of things there that I barely talk about anymore, but things that might help another woman identify a dangerous situation.

pav

I’m sorry if this has caught you off guard too much. I’m at a point in my life where I can’t have skeletons, I won’t allow them. Sadly, your daughter was only a concept to me and Amy until yesterday. She’s absolutely beautiful by the way. I used to think Amy looked like her father until I saw a picture of (AMY’S SISTER).

I’m going to tell you what I know. What you probably heard incorrectly, or maybe you heard the truth but with a spin. I’ve always looked off and on. As I mentioned, my son has two brothers, only one of which he has met and that was only one time. His father was amazing with his brothers, but for some reason, my son got nothing. The last time he spoke to him would be nearly two years ago, and he’s only seen him a couple times. He left me when I was pregnant, so I’m betting you and I have more in common than just a beautiful little girl.

I do have questions, but I would like to volunteer information first. Again, I don’t know how much you know, but you may have figured some things out by reading some blog entries. I have a separate blog elsewhere that I’ll share soon.

I believe 100% that (MY EX) is a narcissistic drug addict. I believe he is incapable of telling the truth, no matter how insignificant. I believe he only wanted a wife and a child to impress his parents. Perhaps in his own twisted way he loved me, and loves Amy, but I don’t think he is capable of true human emotion.

I’m not sure how far to back up. We were married in 94, and when we returned home, that’s when I found out I was pregnant with Amy. At one point he tried to convince me that I should have an abortion, but I couldn’t even comprehend of that. You get married, you have kids, right? I left him the first time when I was pregnant, and he wouldn’t come home or stay clean. I returned later that pregnancy when he said the right things.

I left again when Amy was three months old. Same reasons. I loved him, but he was not the clean-cut air force boy I had met and fell in love with originally. That lasted six months, and he moved to Florida to be with me again. We went to Russia to see his parents, and he stayed there to work. He has told me that he did cheat on me there, and when he was supposed to return to his wife and daughter, he disappeared. His parents didn’t know where he was. Turns out he didn’t tell anyone he was taking a week in between to visit Amsterdam. I decided to not let him back, but again, I was weak.

When he returned, that’s when he started dealing and transporting. I didn’t know at first. He told me he was doing construction work in Mobile and such, to be gone overnight, and I really did believe him. But then I got pregnant again, even though I had my tubes tied at (MY EX)’s insistence after Amy was born. He was actually happy, but I couldn’t stay pregnant. After I lost our second child, he started making more runs and I started figuring things out. I actually knew what he was doing the time he was arrested. I wanted to tell him not to go, but I knew he wouldn’t listen to me, and I knew when he didn’t make it home when he said he would what had happened. My grandfather and I drove to Mississippi to bring him home, but he insisted on continuing the lifestyle. And it got worse. Not only was he still bringing people into my house that I never wanted around my child, he got more controlling, not allowing me to take our car, even chasing me down 98 one day that I did manage to take our car to work. One of the last straws was opening the kitchen drawer and seeing the gun. He swore later that it was my stepfather’s gun, that it wasn’t loaded, but the only thing that mattered was that it was accessible to Amy.

He had passed out one day, and I snuck the key out to copy it. Then one day in January, I brought Amy and a load of “laundry” to my mother’s house for the night. I didn’t sleep with him beside me, and waited as long as I could to make sure he wouldn’t wake up to take that key, get my one basket of clothes and my daughter from down the street and drive. He didn’t notice her missing the night before, and didn’t notice the two of us, or his car, missing until nearly twelve hours later. I drove north looking in my rearview mirror for two days, scared. I had confided in my boss at the time, and he gave me a couple extra hundred dollars and my w2.

I stayed a week at a friend’s house, but then went into a womens shelter for six weeks. I guess you were already there by then. Amy and I were doing ok, and I don’t know how, but somehow the grapevine got back to me that (MY EX)’s girlfriend was pregnant. After months on my own, I let him talk to Amy, and then to me, and the cycle started again. His car broke down in St Louis, and I went and picked him up from there. He was actually clean in Minneapolis. The longest time I ever knew him to be, but something changed, and we decided to move back to Texas in 2000.

I kicked him out of our house again August of that year – crank. He found a couple speed buddies, again, people I wouldn’t want anywhere near my daughter. He never could come out of himself long enough to see how his selfish actions would affect her. He was ok for a bit, and Amy lived part time at both homes, again, one that his parents put him up in. They would come in like the calvary over and over again to rescue him when the big bad world or his “crazy” wife would make his life difficult. I only found out later that even though is parents gave him a three bedroom home to live in, my six year old daughter slept in a “room” he made in his closet so that he could have roommates and make money.

I found myself pregnant again the beginning of 2002. I’ve told you some of that, but it was a bad situation. After Brody’s father essentially disappeared, I was still trading Amy back and forth, and (MY EX) turned into the romantic he could. He stared wooing my hormonal pregnant ass, and I fell for it. Part of it, I know in my heart, was him trying to balance the scales for (AMY’S SISTER). Figuring if he couldn’t be there, he would make up for it by being a father to someone else’s child like surely someone was doing for his.

He was back in college again by that time, but the partying was still full force. He wanted to be a husband and a father to impress his parents, but it wasn’t in him. He quit coming home, started taking diaper money out of my wallet, telling me he fell asleep in the car.

Full circle, in January 2004, he tried to kill me. I don’t know for sure, but I could guess he was speeding like usual. Denton Texas cops suck. Even though there is a ten minute 911 tape of me practically screaming, saying that my son was bleeding (he had tried to get into the middle and got knocked down – his lip had gotten split) all they did was escort him away. When I asked the next day why he wasn’t arrested, since I was in shock the day before myself, I was told they did what I requested, “make him go away.”

(MY EX) has supervised visitation only of Amy. He didn’t show up to court that day, assuming he would get a standard order. This was over three years ago. He’s two hours away, and I regularly drive the kids halfway to meet his parents so they can stay with them for the weekend. He hasn’t yet proven himself to be anything other than the monster I know.

I was told once that it takes an abused spouse seven attempts to finally leave or be killed. I guess five is good then, right? What finally ended it was not the violence against me again but seeing my son bleeding. Seeing him hold him away from me as I screamed for him to give me my baby, with a look on his face like, you want this? When I was pregnant with Amy, we had a cat that had a litter of kittens, too many. One by one they died – only one lived. But one of the kittens was destroyed by a tom cat that came around. I won’t get into any more details there, but that thought wouldn’t go away as I look back at that face that day, wondering if he would destroy my son because it wasn’t his and he knew that was how he could hurt me the most. And he still does get to me by hurting Amy.

Anyway, because custody was set where I was most comfortable, and despite the fact that they couldn’t get a wage history and her child support is set based of minimum wage, I waited until Amy turned 13 to actually file for divorce. I didn’t want to hand him an opportunity to get to her. The only time I’ve spoken to him in the past three years or so was witnessed by his father, where he said that if I didn’t do what he wanted, ask the judge myself to lift the supervision, he would make things as difficult as possible for me. He knows this is the last thing he has over me, the last way to control me. He’s been living with his girlfriend for at least two years now, and from what I’m told by my kids, she’s a sweetheart. I don’t doubt it, and I would venture to guess you were the same way too.

I know I’ve rambled, but you might want to know what he said about you and (AMY’S SISTER). As you were probably given half the truth, I know in most situations I was too. When he moved back to Minneapolis, he told me that he loved you and that you two talked about having a family. That he confided in you how his wife took his daughter and left, and that you knew that was a good way to hurt him, by doing the same. That you told people he was being abusive since they would believe it, you know, since that was what I had said, so it was a good weapon. That you returned to your ex-boyfriend and disappeared like I had done. That he couldn’t even be sure (AMY’S SISTER) was his since you had been with him before and after. For the record, she looks so much like some of his childhood pictures that it shook me to tears most of the day.

To have your daughter be real, to see her, made what happened to me real again. What makes me cry is that there are two wonderful girls that he can’t bring himself out of his wonderland long enough to consider. And what makes me even sadder is the girls have never met.

I know my opinion is just that, but I think you were the smarter one. The way he fucks with Amy by his promises of change, from what I’ve seen hurts her so much more than Brody’s dad’s complete absence. He at least never gets his hopes up.

Yeah, I’ve really rambled. I apologize, but I felt you might want to know. I’ll answer any questions if you still have some.

(DELETED LAST PARAGRAPH DUE TO PERSONAL INFORMATION)

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Yeah, you’ve heard some of this before, but I want to be free, dammit

Posted by pavlovskitty on September 18, 2008

Ok friends, I’m giving this a shot.  Here’s the scoop:

I separated 4 1/2 years ago from the man that I married.  It was a violent ending.  Though he denies it, I have the strength today to say out loud that he tried to kill me, to say it without shame or embarassment, or self-blame for allowing myself to stay in the situation that long.  He did not show up for court three years back for the custody and support hearing of his daughter, and due to the history of domestic violence, he was given supervised visitation only.  He has had all this time to take me to back court to reverse this but has not.  He tells my daughter often about how good things will be when he no longer has to be supervised, blaming me consistently for the way things are, making me look like the bad guy to her.  And in over three years since that decree, he has not *once* called for a visitation.  I bring the kids to his parents for visits, certain holidays, extra birthday parties, and occasionally he drops by their house.  For the record, his ordered child support is based off estimated minimum wage earnings, despite having a business degree and working in the oil fields.  And I’m lucky when I see that, since it’s not a priority to him to pay regularly.

I filed for the actual divorce on May 1st of this year, after being separated for four years.  The plan was to wait until Amy was old enough to be aware of a dangerous situation before voluntarily returning to court, just in case a judge did decide to remove the visitation restriction on the grounds that there’s been no violence since the last court date (of course not, since there’s been no visitation).  My FIL handed him the waiver to be served on May 19.  He has refused to sign and return it.  The first time I spoke to him in years, I asked him point blank if he had returned it a month after receiving it, and that ended up being a half-hour fight in the parking lot of Texas Burger in Buffalo, Texas.  Fortunately, my FIL witnessed it all.  He told  me straight to my face that if I didn’t request for the judge to remove supervision, to help him, he would make this as difficult as he possibly could.

So here I am four and a half months later, trying to figure out what to do next.  His myspace lists him in Houston (or Alabama?), though from what I last knew, he is living in one of his parents’ rental homes in Ft Worth.  It would appear he is self-employed, working as a contractor, because the state of Texas hasn’t been able to garnish his wages in a couple years.  He has an erratic schedule that apparently he can choose himself, making it close to impossible to determine when he is home.  I had ask my ILs if they could please let me know when he is home, but understandably, they have chosen to stay out of the situation.  I respect that, and I’m still very grateful for all they have done for me and my children.

I want this to be over.  I want my freedom.  My ex knows that this is the last thing he has over me, something I want.  He knows it will be his last shot at controlling me this lifetime.  And he also knows if he did go to court, he would have to tell the truth and admit that it’s not my fault, that he chose the shape of his relationship with his daughter. 

What I’m not going to do is ask my daughter to get in the middle.  She asked him to call more this summer, and he did, for a couple weeks, but that’s dropped off also.  Two weeks after she started school he finally called to congratulate on making it through her first week of her Freshman year, despite the fact that she’s in 8th grade.  My daughter is so desperate for his attention that she quickly overlooked it and tried to press on the conversation to lighter, shallow things, but I was livid when I found out.

He doesn’t love me, and has been with his girlfiend for a couple years.  This is just out of childish spite.  If there is anyone who can convince him to be a grownup and let Amy and me go, I’m asking please.  I’m pretty sure this is futile, but with a wonderful man in my life now, the last thing I want is to be held hostage figuratively by this man. 

*Shrug* 

Oh, well.  If nothing, it felt good to write about where I am right now.

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Quit screwing with my kid

Posted by pavlovskitty on September 8, 2008

So many divorce books and classes tell us not to say anything too negative about our exes in front of the children.  However, when my now teenager and I went through counseling after the breakup of my abusive marriage, my counselor encouraged me to discuss some of the reasons with my daughter.  She needs to know what is and what is not acceptable in a relationship, I was advised.  I try to be as neutral as I can discussing some of these things, without slamming him against the wall verbally, but sometimes, when he continues to do selfish ridiculous things that affect her, my emotions come through.

After two weeks of school, my ex finally called his daughter to ask how it was going.  She contemplated calling him last week, but didn’t, I guess as a test, to see him how long it would take.  Saturday he called her cell phone while she was at a friend’s to congratulate her on her first week of her Freshman year.  See, the first problem?  Maybe you even notice the second – that she’s in 8th grade, not 9th now.  She swallowed the issue and continued to text him back and forth the rest of the evening. 

I was livid when she told me.  I wanted to listen and be supportive but my own anger took over.  I yelled at her for not being angrier, and stated point blank that she thought if she showed her anger he pout like a child and wait another few months to call her again.  She told me that I was the one to tell her not to expect too much from him, and that’s what she was trying to do.  She told me that she was sorry she even told her, and I had to stop there.  I was afraid I would lose some a section of communication if I didn’t stop for a moment.

But I told her what I thought was the most important thing – I’m her mother.  When someone hurts my child like that, I’m going to get angry.  My job is to protect her as much as I can, at the same time attempting to provide the foundation for her to become an awesome adult.  I told her that it felt like her father was setting shaky steps in front of her and urging her to cross those to get to him. 

I’m not a perfect parent by any means.  But it’s been a long time since I let my feelings about her father’s behavior come out when I should have just been listening to her. 

I wish he wouldn’t have called at all.

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I’m still loved, subtitled: I was wrong

Posted by pavlovskitty on August 12, 2008

I gathered my courage and called my Grammie last night.  I really wanted to hear her voice and know that she was ok.  She was very excited to hear from me, but one of the first things she said was, “have you heard from your mother?”  I put on my big girl pants and said that I hadn’t spoken to her since she said she was suing me.

My youngest sister went no contact with our mother back in May, when NM called her boss playing the concerned mother because my sis didn’t answer her calls.  She lives a town away from my grammie, and I live a few states away, unfortunately a town away from NM.  Anyway, after my sis cut off communication, she had gone to visit Grammie with my niece and nephews.  When my grandmother told my mother after in a phone call, NM went off on my grandmother!  She told my grammie that she should have defended her, and yelled at my sister for how she spoke to her, for avoiding her calls.  My grandmother said that she didn’t know how my sister spoke to her, she wasn’t there, and that it wasn’t her place. 

My mother hung up on my grandmother.  They haven’t spoken in a couple months now. 

I told her honestly that I had been avoiding calling her because I dind’t know what NM had said to her to poison her against me, and it turns out, my grammie felt the same way.  We talked honestly about NM, and lovingly about my kids and how she’s feeling and when I might get to come visit. 

I told my daughter later that I was so stinking happy that someone in my family could love me no matter what, and in the process, validate my feelings about NM.  She didn’t quite understand, but that’s because she has a lot of family on the other side that are relatively normal (with the exception of her father).  Sometimes I wonder if my sis and I aren’t in a fantasy world, viewing NM as the evil queen.  But to have others validate that, that was incredible.

 

And I forgot to add!  My grandmother told me that in all the time she was visiting NM, her visiting nurse (mom’s, not my grammie’s) gave her a clean bill of health each visit.  She told me that when NM visited the cardiologist and told him that my grammie has a pacemaker, she acted hurt when he told her that her heart was fine.  My grammie said it was like she was jealous of the pacemaker or something – her words!

She also told me that NM has isolated her from her substitute son, the one that gave her a cell phone after I had “taken” hers away from her.  My daughter said that she was worried about NM isolating herself, that she felt guilty.  We then discussed other ways NM has made my children feel guilty in the past, like telling my then-4yo son that if he didn’t stop crying she was going to have a heart attack because she couldn’t handle the tears.  I told her that NM has created her environment, and I wasn’t going to feel guilty anymore.

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Update from yesterday

Posted by pavlovskitty on July 29, 2008

I want to thank those of you who were there for me yesterday so much for your support. This was a big blow. I remember calling her from the emergency room years ago, when I thought my ex might have broken my shoulder, telling her he hurt me. She came in like the calvary to help, so she said. However, the next day when I ran to get tylenol or something for my son, who was barely a year old at the time, when I got home, he was sitting on the couch with a diaper that had run through his sleeper. She said she didn’t notice. I remember thinking then…how…?

Anyway, I called and talked to my sister last night. She said that the email she had gotten from NM was titled something like, to make me feel better. The content simply stated, I take payments, again referring to the $259 that she supposedly owes her. I suggested she start sending the woman a penny a month, as a joke. At least it got a good laugh.

This morning I logged back into myspace and reported her for the pictures of me and my children posted without my permission. They are posted where anyone can view them. Not even the pictures on my profile, especially of the kids, are open for public view. I’m not trying to get revenge, I’m just trying to make it clear that I want nothing to do with her at all, and despite her sense of entitlement, she doesn’t have and right to show off my children as part of her.

Also, I would like to mention my recent viewers that ended up here by looking for the Next Food Network Star, and ending up viewing the adorable picture of my son taken close to two years ago.  I hope you drop back by occasionally, since I am a fan of the show, and finally watched the finale last night, a day late.  I’m happy with the results, though I really thing the other guy would have made a more interesting show in the end.

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Blindsided

Posted by pavlovskitty on July 28, 2008

I’ve been no contact with my narcissistic mother now for months, and haven’t seen her in person since October of last year, when she came smiling to my work with a friend of hers to retrieve her beloved tea sets.  I was aware that she had created a myspace profile, and now that she has my younger sister at her side (which is another story, part of the Memory Eraser post that I can’t bring myself to finish), has been more active there. 

Last night, I got a friend request from my baby sister, which was odd, since she’s already on my friends list.  NM hadn’t dare send a request to me, and I denied our middle sister.  I texted my baby sister and asked if it was legit, and what the deal was.  She said that our mother had emailed her through her myspace, and though she hadn’t replied, she couldn’t bring herself to block her.  So this morning, I logged on to accept my baby sis’s request, and to check out our NM’s profile.  Not only does she have pictures of my and my children, along with my sisters and their children, but she had a new friend: my ex-husband.

Yes, boys and girls, the fucker that tried to kill me, the one that drove my daughter around with an open beer can in his hand, the one that left her at nine years old with some friends outside a bar so he could run in for a bit, is now her friend.  I’m sure they can related really well, being both malignantly narcissistic and both having access to my children on my terms.  Actually, my ex’s access is based on the judge’s terms, that he be supervised at all times.  NM, who threated to take me to court to see the kids has actually had access – she just chose not to take it because it wasn’t on her terms. 

I can’t even describe how ill and shocked I felt when I saw that.  That the woman that professed to love me (even though I felt the truth) would be so obsessed with getting even that she would pull him into her corner.  If I ever doubted her true identity, I do no longer.

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Mr Clean’s Magic Memory Eraser pt 1

Posted by pavlovskitty on July 3, 2008

Fourteen years ago, my mother refused to come to my wedding.  She, my ex-stepfather, my grandparents, and my youngest sister were living in Florida at the time.  I lived in Texas, but my ex and I were getting married in Minnesota at a family reunion on his side.  We were to be married outdoors, standing under an arch of flowers framing the lake.  My father had been gone a couple years, and my grandfather was to walk me down the aisle.  My baby sister would be by my side.

My ex and I drove up to Minnesota the week before the wedding to do the final fitting on the dress, to get everything prepared.  I was 22 years old, making the biggest decision of my life, I thought at the time.  A month or so earlier, I had addressed and mailed what seemed like hundreds of invitations to people I didn’t know on my ex-husband’s side of the family.  The list for my side was terribly short.  But one of the invitations I mailed would be the excuse my mother would use to make what should have been the happiest day of my life one of the most depressing. 

When my parents divorced my senior year of high school, barely a month went by until my father married his third wife.  She was Vietnamese and yeah, a bit irrational.  I remember staying there with the two of them and her two girls for a very short time, and to make sure I didn’t use the telephone while she was gone, she took the cord with her to work.  My dad can pick them, huh?  Anyway, the relationship was strained, though to be honest, my relationship with my father was poor to begin with, due in part to my mother’s manipulation and my father’s three volutary tours of Vietnam when I was tiny.  I know that he had a sad childhood himself, being raised partially by his grandmother and partially by any of the wives my grandfather had through the years. 

I attended my father’s funeral with the man I would later marry, and my mother’s parents, my Grammie & Pappy.  My sisters were on the front row, but I was somewhere near the middle.  He was buried on base, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt the shock of emotion I felt when at the first shot of the gun salute.  It ran through my body as if they had aimed the rifles straight at my heart.  When the service was finished, I walked up to my stepmother and hugged her. She had lost her husband, someone I loved too.  I understood, and regardless of anything that had happened prior, it was irrelevant at that moment.  It was about grief, love, family.

I sent my stepmother an invitation to my wedding, and she was flying from Florida to Minnesota to see me get married.

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