An Attempted Lesson in Compassion

So...

I was talking to the man in the basement.  I attempted to explain how his father could not understand how nasty his wife truly is. 

His father has three different types of cancer.  He may not be on this plane of existence much longer.  If the man wants a relationship with his father, he must act now lest the opportunity be stripped from him. 

His mother was a nasty gossip.  She'd meddle in nearly everything.  She'd send people into my workplaces trying to get me fired.  She harassed my landlord so I'd get evicted; her aim was to force me to move in with her son.  She sent her daughter to visit with my academic advisor to whine about how school was making me into a bad wife, which backfired. 

What else did she do? 

She had her daughter pull a gun on our neighbors.  She threatened to lie to the police and social services about me.


Let's just say that the woman is not very nice. 

The woman chased her 60 pound Siberian Husky with a broom one day, smacking it in the head.  The dog ran straight into the back yard and ran into our one year old daughter, tossing her up in the air.  The child landed on her back.  When I told my husband how his daughter got bruises on her back, his mother denied abusing the dog and claimed that the dog had nothing to do with it.

He told his father.  His father sided with his mother, called me a liar and disowned him.

I did get a half-hearted apology from his mother; she had to lie to her husband because she was afraid that the dog would have been put down if the truth came out.

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I can see why he's angry.  Apparently he was severely abused as a child.  His parents left him with a traumatic brain injury that still impacts him to this very day.

If he really wants to see his dad, it may be helpful to understand that his dad may not appreciate the antics of his wife.  His dad may have his blinders on. 

That happens when men are in love and get their stuff taken care of.  It's natural. 

He didn't believe me. 

So, I thoughtfully concocted an unlikely scenario in hopes of reaching him.

"What would you do" I asked "if the police showed up at your door, claiming I was running through the city building with a bunch of men, pretending to be lady liberty with one aged breast hanging out of my dress, brandishing a rifle, and ranting in French about freedom?"  

I was hoping he'd say that I'd never do such a thing.

But no!  His reply shocked me. 

"I'd ask what they did to piss you off!!"

Damn....

He knows me. 


Love ya,

S.