Back in November I hurt my knee, and now when I sit for too long my calf muscle becomes tight and painful. I probably should have started wearing some sort of knee brace back when the injury happened, but I could never muster up the motivation to buy one. Modern life is rather tricky when sitting triggers pain like this.
I keep thinking about last summer when he made allegations of neglect against me, filed with the court with no investigation or evidence, in an effort to gain full custody. I answered the door with all the kids eating in the dining room, had the papers served to me, and had to hold it all together while keeping everything a secret.
A few days ago I learned that he had been going around telling people that I was neglecting the kids around the same time — including when we had been out on coparenting activities together.
I had suspected it. I’ve watched enough Dr Ramani to know that this sort of behavior is typical for a certain personality type, but the confirmation feels like an entirely different beast.
It hurts to remember how I had been running myself ragged trying to achieve everything single-handedly, while at the same time he was spreading false allegations against me. Heck, I even coordinated and paid for weekly picnics to get him to spend more time with the kids, and that was his response. Brush your teeth, brush your hair, three meals a day, laundry laundry laundry, homeschooling, soothe tears and fix problems, put up with him telling me I’m a bad mother for letting the toddler get more than three feet away from me on the sidewalk, spend all my money on things the children need while I go without, rinse and repeat day after day after day.
Only to be accused of negligence.
The silver lining is that my hard work was so obvious, the people who knew me didn’t believe it for a second and were enormously horrified at his behavior. I wouldn’t be where I am today if his actions hadn’t spoken of how badly I needed help to get through.
Now here I am and I can’t get it off of my mind. Logically I know why it happened — as I’ve said, I’ve watched enough Dr Ramani to understand it. That doesn’t stop it from feeling like a core wound. I had always dedicated every moment of every day to the well being of my children, and now it’s permanently on record with the court that he had made the allegations against me. The part where he didn’t have any evidence against me is a footnote at the very end.
And the violation of learning that he had been accusing me of negligence just outside of earshot? I don’t know how I feel about that.
Maybe this is the sort of post that qualifies as “too personal” or too emotional, but writing helps me process. If we always keep our stories secret then we’ll never know how many others have endured and survived similar, and we need to know that we aren’t alone.
By Autumn Rain 