Over the years, my children’s father, my mother, and my sister communicated and met without me. This alliance was formed in the shadows. There was no pre‑existing relationship between my mother or sister and the man I divorced. These gatherings included my children and happened during a period of high conflict with their father.
Repeated triangulation and exclusion carried their own message. Exclusion normalized the idea that my voice was optional and my value as a parent was nil.
Without instruction or explanation, my children learned—through behavior, not words—that distancing from their mother was acceptable. Disregard was modeled in many ways. Repeatedly.
What followed was cumulative. Indoctrination.
This is not an assessment of intent. It is an account of what occurred and the impact.
I’m fairly certain there’s no coming back from this. I will either die trying or not trying.
I see this pattern at home and at work. It’s everywhere: a with‑me‑or‑against‑me logic where the desire for control or reverence outweighs repair, image eclipses truth, and those who question—even in good faith—are made to pay.
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