Here is the deleted post from yesterday with the rule breaking bit removed.
Thanks everyone, warning this is very long,
skids are all in their 20's it's a long complicated story but here goes.
They have a mum but she is bizarre, got disabled just after I did with a mysterious illness, scans, X-rays, tests, cameras up and down every orifice and no diagnosis. Had to stop work due to illness and skids had to take it in turns to stay overnight in case she died. This has been going on for seven years, I was suicidally depressed following my second spinal cord injury, couldn't work anymore and felt utterly destroyed by what happened to me. I made no demands of any of the kids, mine or his I just didn't want to live I needed care and suffered ongoing respiratory problems, often ending with ICU. Numerous suicide attempts.
Skids decided that DH should divorce me because I'd ruined his life, we had no social life, I barely left the bedroom and slept for 18 out of 24 hours.
It is the only time he has ever not done what the skids wanted or demanded but neither did he tell them their behaviour was unacceptable. I said I would rather divorce than see DH torn between me and skids but he was adamant that things would improve.
Skids started to give me the silent treatment, would move things out of my reach - like the kettle or the aids I needed to get into the kitchen as there are two steps. I didn't complain because I didn't care. Four years ago I was diagnosed with extensive muscle weakness in my chest and began to have Volume Recruitment to support my lungs, I woke up, no longer slept all the time because my body was no longer overwhelmed with carbon dioxide. I started having therapy and gradually started to live again - that's when what the skids were doing started to really hurt me deeply. They ramped up a gear and basically treated me with no respect at all. I had therapy to deal with everything, neglected childhood, sexual abuse, violent first DH, psychological abuse from second DH, becoming disabled, relationship and skids.
I got well enough to take a really difficult step and joined a new social group that was starting in the village, six weeks later the skids BM joined the same group despite the fact that she doesn't live in the village. I left went somewhere else and guess what, she takes up same hobby again. Very difficult for me as I had no self esteem, I hadn't left the house for years.
Two years ago things got so bad that I decided to end the misery and took steps to do just that.
My youngest daughter tried to phone me, my five DC took it in turns throughout the day to check on me, despite living 300 miles away she somehow persuaded the emergency services to send an ambulance to my home. I was desperately ill, on life support but survived. I left DH when I was discharged from hospital and went to daughters apartment. What I was unaware of was that eldest DD had got on a plane from NZ with husband and 2 DGD. DH wanted me home, I went back to sort out medication, referral to different consultant etc.
Car pulls up on the drive and my DGD's got out of the car and ran into my arms. That evening I sat on the decking with my five DC and they sobbed, begging me not to kill myself. They didn't care how broken I was, they needed me.
Eldest DD is a force to be reckoned with, she read the riot act to DH and skids, told DH to arrange couples counselling that week or leave. She tackled skids in front of DH. She also started to tell people in the village what they had done to me and told DH it wasn't a secret anymore and she would make sure everyone knew.
DH took his DC away for a week and they told him that I had been abusing them, psychologically for 15 years but the examples they gave were things like nagging them to put PE kit in the wash, cleaning their rooms etc etc. All discussed with counsellor and DH began to see things with fresh eyes but still didn't demand that the behaviour stop.
There was an incident when DSD^^ a month later she attacked me verbally, whilst in my wheelchair and holding it to stop me getting away, her face inches from mine for about 10 minutes, telling me they would get me out whatever it took. All in front of a neighbour, watching through the fence. I had the locks changed when she left the house because I was genuinely terrified for my mental health. It brought things to a head and some skids left, said they would never speak to me again, I would never see kids if they ever had any etc etc. Some stayed and things did improve a bit with them.
I then needed spinal surgery and counselling stopped and has never restarted so lots of unresolved issues.
In March this year when I had this massive surgery the ex wife had a relapse of mystery illness and is once again dying despite the fact that she has never spent a night in hospital and has no diagnosis. She has needed 24 hr care ever since. Not from social services but skids, friends, neighbours etc, demands that her DC take time off work to care for her etc. They believe it's physiological but won't / can't confront her because she is so manipulative and controlling,
After my surgery I once again had major respiratory problems which is when paralysed diaphragm was diagnosed, nine years after my neck was broken. It's been paralysed since it happened. Skids BM has recently developed breathing difficulties but when skids take her to A&E there is never anything wrong. Emergency services will only attend her address if a GP calls them for reasons I can't go into but I'm sure you can draw your own conclusions.
The worst part is that I love my skids, I've been their SM for 18 years, they always lived with us and I did all the hard stuff, BM was all fun fun fun.
That's it - I always say to DH that if he wants a divorce I will agree, can't imagine how hard this is for him but skids have made it clear that divorce means not just me but my DC and DGC as well, no contract ever again.
I can't stop crying and haven't eaten a thing today.