It’s been almost five months since I last blogged here. I thought it had been a lot longer. I went back to work to get some balance to my life. As a new mum, it was tough having so much head space to think about this sad sad situation. I took a part-time job as a teacher and it saved me. I put so much energy and effort into my job, and got a lot back. It was only a three hour a week job that paid very poorly, but it kept me sane. I enjoyed having other issues to deal with, other challenges.
A few months ago I suggested that my husband invite his parents and parents down when I was at work. I felt that it was ok for them to see my son. They came down, I stayed at work. But softening my stance made them push for more. Guilt trips – we’re not young anymore. Why are you punishing us? Why can’t you be compassionate, Jesus taught us etc….
My husband is too honest with his parents. I suggested taking an ambivalent approach, answering questions with non-committal statements. But they found out we were spending the holiday season away from them and the mother used her age, pathetic-nature, God against us again.
“Everyone else has forgiven us why can’t you?”
I’m embarrassed and sickened that these people are my son’s grandparents.
The abused daughters follow the path of least resistance. They have been raised to be very meek and mild, and obedient. They do what works for them – I’m sure its difficult for them to maintain any “anti-paedophile” stance without being accused of being a hard line bitch. What I find incredulous is that the sick deluded man and his wife can turn this into our issue. That someone who rapes children and someone else who enables the rape of children can play pitiful victims.
Why can’t they respect the fact that I don’t want to spend my precious spare time with people like them?
