It’s time to make a change, don’t relax, don’t take it easy … the cat’s been out of the bag for decades
By Andrew John Teague
My dad, rest in peace. Never got to go to his funeral.
Found out my dad had passed six months after when I phoned my mother to tell her I was getting engaged.
My mum and dad had split years earlier, a bitter split and court battle. But my dad had my oldest sister with him.
Many years ago my dad won the case for my sister to live with him Me and my father did get back in touch, but not for very long.
My dad’s new wife did not like the fact we had a relationship again.
I know my dad wasn’t in the best of health but it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed. His new wife though was a twisted woman who even turned on her own daughter.
A jealous woman.
The point is, we often see people using the label Parental Alienation – yet, when this wasn’t even my parent or guardian – and I was 17 years old – this was a twisted person who didn’t want to share my dad.
My dad, I know, didn’t reject me. I know my dad loved me and he knows I love him too.
Bad behaviour, that’s the problem.
Seventeen years old and I knew my dad was fighting illness. (The illness wasn’t what my dad died of).
Articulate, that’s the word. It’s a word that doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with truth or even common sense.
Let’s not beat about the bush.
Articulate can simply be a very well put together way of stating a LIE!
Articulate can mean an explanatory way of putting bullsh*t in front of people.
Articulate can mean people have the use of language to manipulate others.
Articulate can mean this is how I can undermine someone else.
Articulate does not mean truth or indeed fact.
Just means some can bullsh*t in a posh way …
FACT
I didn’t have any schooling – no gcse’s or other qualifications.
I went through care.
The real-life experiences and I had to go through the most horrendous things ever.
My dad was my dad.
He had children who loved him. He had a step daughter who loved him too. His wife was the one with issues…
I had not long turned 18 when my dad died.
21st century and still parents wrangle in the family courts. look for ways to batter each other.
And now the battleground of choice is social media.
Social media is a very good place. But it is equally a very bad place indeed.
We can NEVER EVER forget the damage done the kids.
#pa #parentalalienation #andrewjohnteague
I lost my father when I was 26 years old. And that was too soon. 18 and your mortality become very real. A painful story with loads of truth. Thanks for sharing, Leigh. Peace.
Hi Bob, this story is by one of our writers, not me … Andrew John Teague, but something similar happened to me… so sorry to hear your story too. Perhaps at some stage soon we should share our stories
cheers
Leigh
Helen Gordon
I am that daughter, the court had given me to my Dad back in the late 70’s with my three siblings to our Mother.
I had the most evil stepmother, everything that has been written about evil stepmothers she was it personified and worse. She tried to break me, she failed as I grew stronger and am proud of the woman I am today.
Jealousy, no it was far worse, it was pure unadulterated hatred. There is a special place in hell awaiting her the utterly dreadful woman, evil, ugly on the inside, ugly on the outside.
Dad was stuck, he knew, but was stuck between a rock and a hard place, he loved all his children and her daughter too, bless her? She and I bear the scars physical and emotional, but we survived.
I thanked the lord for taking my Dad though it broke my heart, I knew he was free of her and so was I.