I married a man that was married three prior times. I married him when I was fifty years old. This man married the first time very young. He had three children. His only biological children. He has two sons and one daughter. I have two grown sons from a previous marriage. At the start of our marriage, we were very happy. It appears though that my husband misrepresented himself. Things started to unravel very soon. He was constantly taking care of his grown children monetarily. To the point of the children abusing their good fortune. Every week either his daughter (thirty-five) or son (thirty-seven) called with some kind of drama. They were not in my husbands life until he divorced wife number three, so they were in his life for one thing only. It did not take long to figure out. I patiently watched but when I found my kindness was met with hostility from them I pretty much felt judged and belittled. I brought a lot to the marriage. I did not marry for money but it seems this is the idea they put into each others head. All in all I was constantly hurt by this three ring circus. During this time my husbands mother was ill and we were taking care of her. It turned out that I was taking care of her. I loved her very much. These grown adults were just waiting for her to die. As soon as she did the daughter emailed us, saying, now that there is more money could she borrow some. I lost it. I was grieving , hurt, and mad. She then went into a tail spin and started attacking my character. It would take a book to write some of the things she accused me of. I came to find out … she was so happy to tell me now that the money tree was gone … Her Father apparently abused her when she was a child. Her words were vile and cut me to the core. I know she wanted to ripe our marriage apart now that she wasn’t able to black mail her Dad anymore. My husband, who has been a good husband to me and a good Father to my sons is now an abuser? I’m sitting here with beautiful home on the outside but in ruins on the inside. My husband has cut her out of our lives. I go from hating her to feeling sorry for her. How do I make any sense of this? Does anyone have any similar stories? Please tell me.
