A Forever Commitment

 I posted twice yesterday, so the story is a little out of order at this point. We knew she would retaliate for the losing her opportunity to milk more money from my son. But the lengths she went to are just evil.

My daughter and her son were awaiting their flight to the east coast to visit with one her friends. I forget where exactly, I want to say Connecticut. I can say for sure that it was close to New York. This was a trip they were both looking forward to.

I was the only member of our family that was receiving the daily barrage of texts and emails from the evil one. This particular day was a doozy. The text I opened was a video of Child Three, sitting on her bed talking into the phone. In the background I could clearly hear the mother as she coached that innocent child to "describe" being molested by my grandson! It was very clear that she was coaching her "remember, you told me he did this or that".

Prior to this, my grandson was always around their house from the time he was a toddler, and he loved that evil woman and we thought she reciprocated that love. All appearances would have made anyone believe that he was her favorite nephew.

At the time this supposedly happened both kids were very young, and the story did not ring true with the personality of either child. My grandson is a very compassionate being and when he was in school, he was known for befriending kids who were not popular. Shy kids, new kids, his teachers all enjoyed teaching him and commented on his ability to include others. Child Three was no pushover and tended to tattle on the older children. Not only that, but she also seemed unfamiliar with some of what she was being coached to say.

I called my daughter, and she watched the video and was upset, of course. My grandson was devastated. Not only about being wrongly accused of something that had the potential to ruin his life, but he felt betrayed by an adult that had made him feel loved and safe. The trip they had so looked forward to was ruined. They went, but with a cloud overhead.

I was so mad I could have spit nails at that woman! She hurt my grandchildren! She put my son in jail and tried to destroy his life. Certainly, enough to hate her for, but the children? My daughter called me a few hours later to tell me that she saw the evil one at her front door on the Ring camera. She decided to go to my daughter's house under the guise of helping my grandson confess and get help.

My son-in-law was home and talked to her with his phone recording. In her sweeter than sugar little girl voice she talked to my son-in-law like he was a simpleton who failed to grasp the severity of the accusation. She said she "so concerned about my grandson and only wanted to help him". 

She did not believe my son-in-law when he told her that my daughter and grandson were not there, or just decided to rewrite history, as is her habit. She told the girls all the lewd details she had included in her little scam. She then told them about her visit to my daughter's house and how their aunt and Gramma were hiding upstairs, that she could hear us. I was in Missouri and my daughter was where she was, both of us absent.

If I wasn't done with her before, this certainly sealed the deal. She refused to take the girls to see their dad and wouldn't let them talk to him. This was especially hard on Child One, her dad being her anchor. He was in an impossible situation, knowing that she would try to ruin the relationship they had with him. I was the one he vented to, and I kept reassuring him that when the girls were able to look back, they would remember who their primary caregiver was.

I have since been proven right. My son served his sentence in jail. The only way to be able to see him was through a thick reinforced pane of glass while chatting on a phone, knowing there was no such thing as privacy. He tried to always be upbeat on my visits, and I tried not to cry. I would be okay until the end of the visit. I knew it would make him feel worse, but I never succeeded, I always left crying.

Another big difference between jail and prison is that you never see the sky. No windows. All of his time was spent in his cell, except for a few hours late afternoon. They did have a library cart that went around and different programs were offered. He chose to take advantage of everything offered, even basic education! He went to AA, NA, any denomination of church groups. Anything to get out of the cell. 

This turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He never blamed her for anything. She told him that he was the reason the marriage failed and would still defend her. He even defended her double dipping on the child support saying that since he was not able to physically help, she should have the money.

His time spent in meetings with a particular counselor helped him see just how manipulative she was. He shared this revelation on my last visit. I could tell he was finally able to think clearly. I sat there listening with a much lighter heart. I finally asked him why he stayed in the marriage for so long. There he sat behind that hateful window looking so much like my sweet Daddy. He looked me in the eye and said with all sincerity, "Because, Mom, marriage is supposed to be forever. I made a commitment." He sounded just like my Daddy, too.