Trying to find the right balance between length of post and not drip feeding.
I met dh when his dd was 3 and his son was 7.
Their mum was against me from the start. Sd would go home and report back to her mum on what had gone on when they were with us. (I'm not angry with her about this, she was just a kid). Whatever I said or did got twisted into the worst possible interpretation. the kids would be home half an hour or so and dh's phone would ping with a message about what I'd done wrong. It was endless and wearing.
I wasn't allowed to be alone with her, wasn't allowed to take her to the shops, not allowed to comment on what she was wearing, ask what she was doing in her spare time, say anything about her schooling. It got to a point where I was anxious the whole time she was here, I didn't want to say anything wrong, most of everyday conversation involves asking a question about what the other person has done or thinks about something, or is planning to do.
Something happened one day which just made me decide I'd had enough. I stepped back. Was always polite, but didn't get involved in conversations. Encouraged dh to go out with his kids, take them to his parents for the day, whatever, wherever I could leave them alone without me I did.
I realise now that this was so wrong. I walked away from her. I shouldn't have done it. We should all have been equal points in a family circle, instead we ended up basically in two separate families. I wanted so much to be close to her at the start, I believe she would happily have been close to me, but her mum did all she could to prevent that, and I gave up.
Looking back now, I can't believe we let this happen. I am angry with my dh for not standing up to his ex many years ago and saying "look, tea is my wife, we are a family, sd and ss are part of our family, so just back off and let the kids be a part of it without all your negative nonsense". But he didn't, because he was so terrified of her making it difficult for him to see them, and I didn't because it ultimately had to be his decision.
Anyway, fast forward 15 years, we're still together, still happy, but sd is miserable. She's left college and is seeing a counsellor. Her mum says it's all our fault. I would say that all the adults in her life let her down.
Her mother spent years making everything about us negative, creating barriers that didn't need to exist.
Dh thinks that if her mother had behaved decently then none of this would have happened, he was doing his best to keep things calm and so it's not his fault either.
I think her mother set about creating a mindset of 'dad's bad new family, you are not included', I think dh didn't stand up to her, and I stood back and let it happen. So we are all to blame.
I don't know what to do now though. I can't fix what's past.
Dh is in major defensive mode, won't acknowledge that we did anything wrong. He thinks he made the best decisions he could at each point trying his best to keep things calm with the mum and therefore for the kids. Which he did. But maybe it needed a massive row 10 years ago instead of this dragging on.
I feel that I somehow want to acknowledge to sd that we didn't do the best we could. I wonder if that would help her in her counselling. I feel a bit like no-one is being honest with her. Dh thinks she should just put it behind her, lots of parents have kids who are not together and it hasn't taken over their lives.
But this did affect her whole life, in a way that it doesn't for other kids, because of the way all of the adults in her life behaved. None of us did right for her.
I don't know how I would explain it though, without sounding like I"m blaming her mum (who I think is largely to blame as the instigator of all the trouble), and I"m still of the view that I don't want to get between her and her mum.
All her life she's been told that we are the bad guys, do I just make it a whole lot worse if I say that actually her mum wasn't that great either?
Sd actually said to her dad the other day "I don't know who to believe.". That's so sad.
What a mess, and poor girl still stuck in the middle.
Her older brother seems largely unscathed by this all, I never got any hassle from the mum about spending time with him. He naturally did more with his dad I suppose, but we never got texted about things I'd said to him or conversations we'd had. Weird.
Sorry, this has gone on and on. I didn't mean it to. It's been therapy writing it down even if no-one replies. Thanks for reading x