Sorry for the novel but I'm really trying to make sense of some stuff.
My back-story: My step-dad use...
Sweet_E,
Thank you for sharing part of your story. I identify with your story so much. Although I was not molested, my father physically, mentally and emotionally abused me, my brother, my sister and my mom. I was the baby and always very close to my mom. She was my best friend. At some point in my therapy process I started questioning why she didn't stop the abuse. I even went as far as to question why she ever married him or why she chose to have children with him since she knew he was abusive and controlling before they got married. The main focus of my therapy was always my dad until my mom got sick with cancer and was dying. I needed to talk to her about my resentment against her and why she allowed the abuse to go on for so long and why she married him and had children. I remember the day very well. When I asked her why she chose to have children with him, she stated that they wanted children. That made sense. Then I told her that I thought it was irresponsible and unfair to bring children into an abusive environment when they had no choice in the matter. She was so sad by that statement. She told me that meant that I would never have existed.... to which I replied that it didn't matter because I would either exist to some other family or not know that I didn't exist. That broke her heart. I then wish I had never said that. I then moved on to talking about why she allowed the abuse to happen to continue for so long, always protecting my dad and telling us after his explosive episodes that he didn't mean it and that he loved us. I asked her why she didn't tell anyone or get help. She explained to me that in the 60's and 70's it just wasn't talked about. It was hush hush and not something the ladies in the neighborhood talked about.... but knew. By the time the 80's came around where women were more vocal and getting help, my mom was conditioned to it all. It made sense. She did finally divorce my dad, only to remarry him a few years later... only to re-divorce him a year after that. The abuse didn't stop when they got re-divorced. His alcoholism got worse and his abuse as well. I was somewhat removed from it but still had to see him. My mom and I were always so close and she was very understanding about my therapy processes. She and I were like two peas in a pod and I was devastated when she died about 7 years ago. I am grateful that she and I talked about all of that stuff before she died. I am grateful that I heard her "side of the story". I had only ever thought of my side and my feelings. (I'm not saying that you need to do that, I'm just saying that is how I feel for my story!) My dad's story has a very tragic ending, which I sometimes wonder if it's karmic or just tragic.... a year and a half ago my brother killed my father and then committed suicide. I have to wonder if all that pent up rage that my brother had from childhood (actually his abuse was the worst of the 3 kids and continued into adulthood) just got the best of him. My brother was an alcoholic and addict and my dad and brother had a very toxic love/hate relationship. So if it be tragic or karmic or both, that's how it ended. And now I am left to process that too. It feels like it's never ending. God, that's a whole new post I suppose. Anyway, I was touched by your post so I wanted to share some of my story with you, thanks again for sharing :-)
Denise