I’m not sure if promiscuous is the right word for the title but couldn’t think of an appropriate word! Don’t want to offend anyone, and I’m definitely not blaming women only.
I had a pretty rough childhood as my dad was an alcoholic and there was DV, police calling round etc. When my mum finally divorced him I was late teens. She had gotten really into internet chat rooms and meeting men and she even went on holiday with another man before my dad had even moved out (leaving me behind with a volatile alcoholic).
After her divorce she began seeing a married man on the other side of the city. He would drive over and spend the weekend at our house, Friday night to Sunday morning.. my mum used to get annoyed that he would never contribute money to any food or alcohol over the weekend as his wife might spot the money coming out of the account. I think he used to tell his wife that he did martial arts over the weekend when he was at my mum’s. Luckily there were no children involved.
At the same time she was seeing another man for dates in the week, sometimes he would come over to our house but mostly they would go out for dinner and come back roaring drunk. So in my late teens to age 21 I had this strange situation where two different men were coming over and I had to make small talk with each of them without mentioning the other man! There was also a third man on a couple of occasions, and I believe a few others that I didn’t meet. I started seeing my now DH at around this time and he was quite baffled as he would also be making small talk with the different men depending which one was round.
I also was not allowed to mention the first man to my mum’s best friend as she knew his wife. So if that friend called the landline and I answered I had to be very cagey about my mum’s activities.
In the end the first man’s wife found out what was happening because she hired a private detective to follow him at the weekend. I was told not to talk to any neighbours or strange people as the mad wife was being crazy and spying on them. The whole thing was unnerving for me as a very young woman. These days, years later my mum and the first man are still together and are all divorced and ‘above board’. I don’t like the man at all if I’m honest as not only is he a cheat but he is also a cocklodger.
My mum and I have a difficult relationship now and even though I don’t judge her for needing to let her hair down after her awful marriage I do feel like my late teens felt unstable. Now I have DC of my own I cannot imagine displaying this behaviour.
I also ended up having a DC at 23 years old, which has been great for me but my mother has always complained I was too young. I think I was craving a ‘family unit’ in amongst all the dysfunction.
I think I have problems with trust, partly because of the childhood stuff but also because of this, even though I was technically an adult when all this was happening. Has anyone else been through similar or have any insights?