My FOO was a hot mess, made for afternoon t.v. fodder, only it was IRL. I am *still* dealing with the sequelae from physical abuse and trauma, and likely will for the rest of this mortal life.
The emotional abuse was nearly as bad, sometimes worse. The attempt at sexual abuse/grooming seemed mild in comparison, NOT TO TRIGGER ANYONE, but it seemed less emergent because I was not raped, nor forced, nor actually physically touched or handled in any way. The grooming was intense, however, and extremely graphic, and very, very covert.
In that I was successful in avoiding a physical component, both adult women in whom I confided dismissed it at that time. One actually mocked and ridiculed me when I told her. The other was overwhelmed by the depth and magnitude of the entire situation. Neither woman was equipped to handle what I'd already told them about the degree of abuse, much less this new revelation. Ergo they were looking for any excuse to make it go away.
They dismissed it, I dismissed it, and (even though I felt super guilty about it years later when I realized that quite likely, I wasn't 'special' and this might not have been a one off for this guy) at the time my plate was overfull with transitioning out of an abuse situation. I was happy to rug sweep, not to push this information and myself back through the legal system again.
It wasn't until years later that I realized how fucked up that particular aspect was, whether I was actually physically touched or not (I realize that escaping physical sexual abuse is HUGE) and I started to deal with that aspect.
My situation was so blatantly fucked up that it empowered me to reject *all of it.*
It was so fucked up, that I got out.
By contrast:
Husband was raised by two opposite type, complimentary narcissists. His father is the quintessential overt, grandiose, loud and proud narcissist. His mother is an insidious, passive aggressive covert narcissist.
Appearances were and are *everything.*
Both of his parents will lie right to your face and simultaneously proclaim themselves to be The Most Righteous of The Righteous.
You just would not believe the cognitive dissonance that was part and parcel and woven throughout their daily lives. I mean, there was some serious stuff, with serious implications. Not necessarily overt criminal behavior but behavior so lacking in empathy, compassion and integrity that I consider it to be sociopathic.
They dressed it up in moral righteousness: God, Country, Family, and Don't You Dare Question It.
Of their three children:
Two have had many multiple engagements (so many diamonds flying around that I have literally lost count) multiple marriages and an equal number of divorces.
One has overtly cheated in at least one marriage. Based on the ongoing 'relationship profile' I'd say it's likely that cheating occurred/occurs in other marriage/engagement/relationship situations as well. This sibling has apparently, at a rather mature age, decided against long term relationships. There's a revolving door involved here.
I feel bad for people who've gotten caught in it. I am still acquainted with a handful of them, and they seem like decent people with decent lives. We do not discuss the previous relationship nor the FOO, by mutual unspoken agreement.
I will admit, there are times when I am mightily tempted to have a face to face with each of them and say, "NO REGRETS. YOU DODGED A BULLET. OR SEVERAL. GO FORTH AND LIVE A HAPPY, ENRICHING, VALIDATING, JOYFUL LIFE, FREE OF THESE EMOTIONAL VAMPIRES!" But, I do not. Probably not necessary, really. To quote a recent t.v. commercial, "We all see it... WE ALL SEE IT..." LOL.
This sibling is FIL's Larger Than Life, Mythic Mini Me through which Grandiose Narcissist FIL lives his alter ego. The revolving bedroom door, I'm sure, figures large in that narrative. There is also a sizeable and palpable measure of old school misogyny in play.
I/we refer to the other sibling as The Swamp. I have known this person for decades. At times I have attempted friendship. It was always, weird. Like, this person was not quite accessible and my overtures were not quite hitting the mark. Like being friends with me would have been cheating on The FOO.
On the rare occasion that this sibling reached out to me, and I responded with interest, compassion, empathy, or with my own experience of the situation that prompted the bid, I invariably and inevitably regretted it sooner rather than later.
No matter how I responded, what I did or didn't do, the narrative quickly and without fail evolved into this sibling as The Victim, and me as The Perpetrator- even if I wasn't the one making a bid, or asking for *anything.* And invariably, I wouldn't even realize or understand what was happening, until it was happening.
Suddenly, this sibling was 'acting out,' and it was MY FAULT. The Family Wagons circled around this sibling AND NOW EVERYBODY IS SHOOTING AT ME. AND HUSBAND AND I CANNOT EVEN FATHOM THE NARRATIVE THROUGH WHICH WE GOT HERE. It's, a swamp. A swamp full of quicksand and alligators and huge spiders and venomous snakes and all kinds of traps and oh shit, I walked into The Swamp again.
And it wasn't just me. This person has a dirty wake composed of damaged and discarded spouses, love interests, friends, roommates, neighbors and coworkers (including people who have literally lost their jobs.) (I'm not even kidding.) This sibling is MIL's Mini Me, and is Sacred Territory in a number of ways, including IMHO some really squicky nuances in the relationship with FIL.
What validation Grandiose Narcissist FIL does not get from Covert Passive Aggressive Narcissist MIL, he extracts from MIL's Mini Me, The Swamp.
And, of course, Covert Passive Aggressive Narcissist MIL is jealous and envious of her very own Mini Me...
...and her Mini Me damned well knows it. And, I believe, at times, this sibling plays on it, and of course, at other times resents it. And, of course, this sibling exploits it to create MOAR VICTIM STATUS. FOR, THIS SIBLING IS, THE SWAMP.
LOL, Swamp Ass. *sorry i could not resist. swamp ass.*
Snark abounds.
I believe that Overt Grandiose Narcissistic FIL actually resents his Mini Me Golden Child as well. FIL's method of coping is to appropriate as much of his Mini Me's life and success as possible. The Golden Child is actually quite skillful in delivering cleverly and impressively packaged ego kibbles to FIL in such a manner and at such a feed rate that renders FIL manageable. Nevertheless, that's a full time job in and of itself. If The Golden Child had a steady, stable, consistent spouse or partner, there would have, no doubt, been a bit of friction over who was the actual spouse here? In that there was no consistent spouse/partner, direct conflict was avoided.
And so they go 'round and 'round. =/
And then there's Hubs, and me.
As literally The Last In Law Standing, they hate me. I bolloxed up *everything* by my very existence and persistence.
It's actually kind of amusing: a long time, dear, faithful, professionally trained and coincidentally equally professionally removed from me friend (we have a professional relationship that by design and by our mutual integrity and respect overrides any 'personal' involvement) heard the high points of this entire saga, looked at me when I said, "...and I'm the last in law standing" and replied, "...and they hate you for it, don't they?"
Damn, Dude, nailed it.
But yanno, it's not just me.
Both of those narcissists have equally fucked up relationships with Husband's siblings.
They only 'love' the siblings because they are extracting an ego feed of sorts from them.
And the siblings stay enmeshed, and cannot quite ever develop or have any other relationship.
From my Husband's perspective, it's really quite simple and direct:
His dad is a bully.
His mom is an aloof enigma.
He was left on his own to sort out what marriage means, what being a man means, what it means to have a wife and a family.
There were aspects of this FOO structure apparent in his infidelity.
Yes, it played into his infidelity.
But it also played a part in a myriad of difficulties we've experienced in married life.
The infidelity isn't 'nothing.' It's a big damned something.
But for my/our particular situation, the actual infidelity isn't as big of a deal as the dysfunction behind it, and how it's influenced the rest of our marriage.
Meh. I *finally* flushed *everybody.*
Hubs apparently has as well. He's walking the talk. But FOO runs deep...
... so absolutely nothing will surprise me. =/
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 7:55 PM, April 19th (Monday)]