I have a 'step' grand-child, but I consider him a grand-child, his brother is not a half-brother, but a brother. I love them both (and my DIL, she's terrific). Love is what all kids need and deserve. Well told.
I honestly don’t know if this is a true story or a wonderfully told tale … but it actually doesn’t matter in the end. It tells a tale of how people can be good to each other as well as themselves but, it’s just as easily be one person’s actions that are harmful towards others & the ones around this one person who don’t stand up against the one person. Even though they don’t say or do anything to stop the harm this one person is inflicting upon someone smaller &/or weaker, they, in turn, are supporting the harmful actions that they don’t even try to stop. Just as in this story, Barbara was deliberately harming both of her granddaughters but favouring the one granddaughter who was born into the family over the one who joined the family after she had been born by a different set of parents. This story tells how both the granddaughters were hurt by the actions of their grandmother far more than how their parents were hurt either directly or indirectly. Speaking as an adult child who was fortunate enough to be raised by a man who wasn’t my birth father but loved me as though I was born to him, I count myself extremely lucky. I was treated the same way by every one of his extended family as well. He tried to adopt me when I was about 8 yrs old but, due to a greedy lawyer, the attempt was forced to be abandoned before it could be finalized. It was decided that, once I turned 18 & no longer needed to get my biological father’s consent for my adoption & I still wanted it to happen, we could do it then. Unfortunately, we didn’t know how to get it accomplished or who to go to for the adoption to be done & I’m still trying to get it done, for, it isn’t a common practice for any lawyer to know how to assist or accomplish an adult adoption in the city where I grew up. I’m now 58 yrs old but I still haven’t given up trying to get my adoption done before I lose my dad & now my daughter, Chris, wants my current husband, Dean, to adopt her. Dean is essentially her 3rd father figure but he is the only one she wants to be her father of record … I guess it also helps that Dean is the personality younger version of my own dad. 😊 Dean came into our lives when Chris & her younger half brother, Will, were still children, when she was about 12 yrs old & he was about 8 yrs old. My second husband, Bill, literally ran away from home in his attempts to force his parents to quit using him as the go between to have access to their only grandson. Bill never wanted either of his parents to have any opportunity to know their only grandson but I insisted that they were to have access to Will … but from a purely selfish reason. I didn’t want to have to look my son in the eyes & tell him that I was the reason he had never met any of the family on Bill’s side. They never accepted me, thanks to Bill’s horrible sister stemming as far back as 2 days after Chris had been born. There were a lot of problems surrounding Chris’s birth … the worst was the last “attempt” to permanently separate Chris & me from each other by way of me getting notification that Chris’s father was planning to abduct her from the hospital to sell her to strangers. He never wanted her but he didn’t want me to have her either. It was the day after I was given the notification that Bill’s sister, Kim, was put into my semi private room after she had given birth to her own daughter. Kim could see that I was emotionally agitated as well as had to watch the nursing staff come into our room quite frequently to check on me & Chris, as per my GP’s orders, Chris was to be with me at all times even to the point that she was to be in my arms even when I was in my bed for sleeping. Each time a nurse came in to check on the two of us, we would talk a little bit very quietly but Kim could pick up a few words here & there. I did ask if Kim could have her baby in the room with us like I had Chris, but my request was rejected by both the shift head nurse & then Kim … who “didn’t want special treatment … unlike someone else in the room” she wouldn’t mention. By the time that her immediate family finally arrived a few hours after she had been placed in my room, I was quite “jumpy” & so, when her family showed up, one of the nurses followed her family into our room to take her baby back to the nursery while her family was visiting. When they asked her what was wrong with me, she told them a story about me, revealing just how much she had overheard but not enough to get the story the correct way. There was infidelity on one side which was why I was in the middle of divorce & my soon to be ex-husband didn’t believe that Chris was his daughter so he had filed for divorce. He was the one who had not only committed adultery, he actually had abandoned me halfway through my pregnancy to go live with the woman his sister, Susan, had introduced him to, just break our marriage up. He only thought that I had had an affair because, while he had been completely drunk, he was told by his “so called best drinking buddies” in jest that the baby I was carrying in my body might not be his because of how difficult it was for me to get my pregnancy confirmed. They did tell him the truth when they were finally sober just before they started drinking straight tequila again. He said he believed them that it was his baby that I was pregnant with but, deep down, he still believed that the first story they told him was the real truth. About a month after they told him that, he came home drunk, as usual, only to catch me in the process of hanging up the phone from trying to find where he was for well over 45 minutes to no avail. He made one phone call of his own to someone I didn’t know until the next morning, then literally ripping the phone cord out of the wall, after which he started throwing everything in the house out to the front yard & sidewalk. He told me to get everything that I owned packed up or it would be thrown out along with everything else for the garbage truck to pick up in the morning. The person who he had called @ about 2:30 - 3 am that last morning we were together pulled up outside of our house, put everything into the back of his truck & we left … even taking the full garbage can with us when we left.
As for the real story … he followed me back to our home town a month after he threw me & our marital belongings out, begging me for another chance. Two months after he threw me out we got another place to live as a married couple … & he was gone for good 3 weeks after that. I was the one who had filed for divorce & he was the one who had committed adultery. Kim had it all backwards when she told her parents & Bill. I was introduced to Bill 2 years after sharing the same room for less than 24 hours with his sister, Kim, & it wasn’t until I was introduced to her again that their parents suddenly decided that I wasn’t good enough for their son after all. Bill introduced me & Chris to his parents before he introduced me to Kim &, up until Kim recognized me, they were very happy that we were planning to get married. Once they were told by Kim just who I actually was, I was suddenly treated as the “monster” that I had been back when our two daughters were born. Bill, on the other hand, had been told the entire true story of what had happened the very first time that we first saw each other long before he proposed to me, so he wasn’t going to be swayed to his sister’s false story. His family treated me horribly from the very day that Kim sowed her terrible bias of me. Only I got the final laugh on them all. I never lowered myself to their level … I chose to not force my feelings about how I felt about their behaviour towards me, about what I thought about them … they couldn’t stop themselves from them telling Will about what a horrible person I was & that he should side with them. By them doing that, they actually brought about the damaging of their own importance in his mind & when he got old enough, he gave them a choice … either stop saying horrible things about me or lose him from their lives forever. I’m fairly proud of myself for how long I managed to keep from trying to control myself from telling Will anything negative about his father’s side of Will’s family until after Bill’s father passed away. I was under the misunderstanding that Will had no contact with his paternal grandmother & step-grandfather but I didn’t realize that it was Will not keeping me informed that there had been a change with the relationship between him & those specific grandparents … he was not only in contact with them, he had been seeing them each & every time that he saw Bill’s father & step-grandmother. From the time that Bill moving to another province 2 yrs after he walked out of our marital house in a final attempt to remove himself from having to be the middle man to arrange the visits between my home & the grandparents homes. They never did believe that I was the one who was responsible for them ever seeing their only grandson even once … let alone them getting to be in his life while he was growing up from an infant to the 34½ yr old man that he has become. I always gave Will over to his grandfather with every visit request that I was asked for except for the one time where if Will went to go stay @ his grandfather, he would have missed out on the vacation trip consisting of first a 3 day trip on a cruise ship down to Disneyland in California. It would have also been a waste of money if we canceled his part of the trip because of cancellation fees, but the grandfather would have none of that, he couldn’t afford to take even1 . I I hope that the bond that I forged between Will & myself for his entire life will never break but I do realize that no matter how much I managed to not corrupt his opinion of the members of his father’s side of the family, I wasn’t able to prevent them from seriously damaging the tight bond that he had with me until he turned 15 or 16 … not sure just how much damage was done to our relationship during his “bad boy” stage in his mid to late teens crisis phase that most teens do around the same age or he was turned away from me & Dean just enough to strain the bond between Will & myself. I willingly admit that I wasn’t a perfect mom for both of my children but I wasn’t as bad as he was told I am by Bill’s family. I think that the best revenge on my ex MIL wasn’t something that I did so much as what I wasn’t like. A few years after Bill moved away he met a woman who he eventually married. The joke was on them … his new wife was very much like me in personality … everything in me that’s mean & nasty but none of my good points. She was almost twice the size of me, weight wise that is. I ran into my ex MIL a couple of days after she had just gone back from Bill’s small wedding & reception & she told me where she had been & why. I just barely managed to keep my smile off my face but I didn’t quite manage to keep from a chuckle from escaping my mouth before I could stop myself but I made it sound like I was coughing a little bit but she wouldn’t think it was anything other than me pretending to break into a mild cough right when it appeared to them that I was trying to hide … the reason why I found what she said to me that day was her begging me to leave my new partner & get Bill to come back to me, Will & Chris, that she would be so much happier with me as his wife once again. She even offered to be nice to me for the rest of her life if I agreed to her request. I had no intention of ever getting back with Bill & I finally got her to stop asking me. To add in a final thought to what I have said … it doesn’t make enough of a difference if a family is joined together by blood or by adoption … each newly born into … we are all family in the end …. 😊
I have a 'step' grand-child, but I consider him a grand-child, his brother is not a half-brother, but a brother. I love them both (and my DIL, she's terrific). Love is what all kids need and deserve. Well told.
What s cruel heartless woman 😢
I honestly don’t know if this is a true story or a wonderfully told tale … but it actually doesn’t matter in the end. It tells a tale of how people can be good to each other as well as themselves but, it’s just as easily be one person’s actions that are harmful towards others & the ones around this one person who don’t stand up against the one person. Even though they don’t say or do anything to stop the harm this one person is inflicting upon someone smaller &/or weaker, they, in turn, are supporting the harmful actions that they don’t even try to stop.
Just as in this story, Barbara was deliberately harming both of her granddaughters but favouring the one granddaughter who was born into the family over the one who joined the family after she had been born by a different set of parents. This story tells how both the granddaughters were hurt by the actions of their grandmother far more than how their parents were hurt either directly or indirectly.
Speaking as an adult child who was fortunate enough to be raised by a man who wasn’t my birth father but loved me as though I was born to him, I count myself extremely lucky. I was treated the same way by every one of his extended family as well. He tried to adopt me when I was about 8 yrs old but, due to a greedy lawyer, the attempt was forced to be abandoned before it could be finalized. It was decided that, once I turned 18 & no longer needed to get my biological father’s consent for my adoption & I still wanted it to happen, we could do it then. Unfortunately, we didn’t know how to get it accomplished or who to go to for the adoption to be done & I’m still trying to get it done, for, it isn’t a common practice for any lawyer to know how to assist or accomplish an adult adoption in the city where I grew up. I’m now 58 yrs old but I still haven’t given up trying to get my adoption done before I lose my dad & now my daughter, Chris, wants my current husband, Dean, to adopt her. Dean is essentially her 3rd father figure but he is the only one she wants to be her father of record … I guess it also helps that Dean is the personality younger version of my own dad. 😊 Dean came into our lives when Chris & her younger half brother, Will, were still children, when she was about 12 yrs old & he was about 8 yrs old. My second husband, Bill, literally ran away from home in his attempts to force his parents to quit using him as the go between to have access to their only grandson. Bill never wanted either of his parents to have any opportunity to know their only grandson but I insisted that they were to have access to Will … but from a purely selfish reason. I didn’t want to have to look my son in the eyes & tell him that I was the reason he had never met any of the family on Bill’s side. They never accepted me, thanks to Bill’s horrible sister stemming as far back as 2 days after Chris had been born. There were a lot of problems surrounding Chris’s birth … the worst was the last “attempt” to permanently separate Chris & me from each other by way of me getting notification that Chris’s father was planning to abduct her from the hospital to sell her to strangers. He never wanted her but he didn’t want me to have her either. It was the day after I was given the notification that Bill’s sister, Kim, was put into my semi private room after she had given birth to her own daughter. Kim could see that I was emotionally agitated as well as had to watch the nursing staff come into our room quite frequently to check on me & Chris, as per my GP’s orders, Chris was to be with me at all times even to the point that she was to be in my arms even when I was in my bed for sleeping. Each time a nurse came in to check on the two of us, we would talk a little bit very quietly but Kim could pick up a few words here & there. I did ask if Kim could have her baby in the room with us like I had Chris, but my request was rejected by both the shift head nurse & then Kim … who “didn’t want special treatment … unlike someone else in the room” she wouldn’t mention. By the time that her immediate family finally arrived a few hours after she had been placed in my room, I was quite “jumpy” & so, when her family showed up, one of the nurses followed her family into our room to take her baby back to the nursery while her family was visiting. When they asked her what was wrong with me, she told them a story about me, revealing just how much she had overheard but not enough to get the story the correct way. There was infidelity on one side which was why I was in the middle of divorce & my soon to be ex-husband didn’t believe that Chris was his daughter so he had filed for divorce. He was the one who had not only committed adultery, he actually had abandoned me halfway through my pregnancy to go live with the woman his sister, Susan, had introduced him to, just break our marriage up. He only thought that I had had an affair because, while he had been completely drunk, he was told by his “so called best drinking buddies” in jest that the baby I was carrying in my body might not be his because of how difficult it was for me to get my pregnancy confirmed. They did tell him the truth when they were finally sober just before they started drinking straight tequila again. He said he believed them that it was his baby that I was pregnant with but, deep down, he still believed that the first story they told him was the real truth. About a month after they told him that, he came home drunk, as usual, only to catch me in the process of hanging up the phone from trying to find where he was for well over 45 minutes to no avail. He made one phone call of his own to someone I didn’t know until the next morning, then literally ripping the phone cord out of the wall, after which he started throwing everything in the house out to the front yard & sidewalk. He told me to get everything that I owned packed up or it would be thrown out along with everything else for the garbage truck to pick up in the morning. The person who he had called @ about 2:30 - 3 am that last morning we were together pulled up outside of our house, put everything into the back of his truck & we left … even taking the full garbage can with us when we left.
As for the real story … he followed me back to our home town a month after he threw me & our marital belongings out, begging me for another chance. Two months after he threw me out we got another place to live as a married couple … & he was gone for good 3 weeks after that. I was the one who had filed for divorce & he was the one who had committed adultery. Kim had it all backwards when she told her parents & Bill. I was introduced to Bill 2 years after sharing the same room for less than 24 hours with his sister, Kim, & it wasn’t until I was introduced to her again that their parents suddenly decided that I wasn’t good enough for their son after all. Bill introduced me & Chris to his parents before he introduced me to Kim &, up until Kim recognized me, they were very happy that we were planning to get married. Once they were told by Kim just who I actually was, I was suddenly treated as the “monster” that I had been back when our two daughters were born. Bill, on the other hand, had been told the entire true story of what had happened the very first time that we first saw each other long before he proposed to me, so he wasn’t going to be swayed to his sister’s false story. His family treated me horribly from the very day that Kim sowed her terrible bias of me. Only I got the final laugh on them all. I never lowered myself to their level … I chose to not force my feelings about how I felt about their behaviour towards me, about what I thought about them … they couldn’t stop themselves from them telling Will about what a horrible person I was & that he should side with them. By them doing that, they actually brought about the damaging of their own importance in his mind & when he got old enough, he gave them a choice … either stop saying horrible things about me or lose him from their lives forever. I’m fairly proud of myself for how long I managed to keep from trying to control myself from telling Will anything negative about his father’s side of Will’s family until after Bill’s father passed away. I was under the misunderstanding that Will had no contact with his paternal grandmother & step-grandfather but I didn’t realize that it was Will not keeping me informed that there had been a change with the relationship between him & those specific grandparents … he was not only in contact with them, he had been seeing them each & every time that he saw Bill’s father & step-grandmother. From the time that Bill moving to another province 2 yrs after he walked out of our marital house in a final attempt to remove himself from having to be the middle man to arrange the visits between my home & the grandparents homes. They never did believe that I was the one who was responsible for them ever seeing their only grandson even once … let alone them getting to be in his life while he was growing up from an infant to the 34½ yr old man that he has become. I always gave Will over to his grandfather with every visit request that I was asked for except for the one time where if Will went to go stay @ his grandfather, he would have missed out on the vacation trip consisting of first a 3 day trip on a cruise ship down to Disneyland in California. It would have also been a waste of money if we canceled his part of the trip because of cancellation fees, but the grandfather would have none of that, he couldn’t afford to take even1 . I I hope that the bond that I forged between Will & myself for his entire life will never break but I do realize that no matter how much I managed to not corrupt his opinion of the members of his father’s side of the family, I wasn’t able to prevent them from seriously damaging the tight bond that he had with me until he turned 15 or 16 … not sure just how much damage was done to our relationship during his “bad boy” stage in his mid to late teens crisis phase that most teens do around the same age or he was turned away from me & Dean just enough to strain the bond between Will & myself. I willingly admit that I wasn’t a perfect mom for both of my children but I wasn’t as bad as he was told I am by Bill’s family. I think that the best revenge on my ex MIL wasn’t something that I did so much as what I wasn’t like. A few years after Bill moved away he met a woman who he eventually married. The joke was on them … his new wife was very much like me in personality … everything in me that’s mean & nasty but none of my good points. She was almost twice the size of me, weight wise that is. I ran into my ex MIL a couple of days after she had just gone back from Bill’s small wedding & reception & she told me where she had been & why. I just barely managed to keep my smile off my face but I didn’t quite manage to keep from a chuckle from escaping my mouth before I could stop myself but I made it sound like I was coughing a little bit but she wouldn’t think it was anything other than me pretending to break into a mild cough right when it appeared to them that I was trying to hide … the reason why I found what she said to me that day was her begging me to leave my new partner & get Bill to come back to me, Will & Chris, that she would be so much happier with me as his wife once again. She even offered to be nice to me for the rest of her life if I agreed to her request. I had no intention of ever getting back with Bill & I finally got her to stop asking me.
To add in a final thought to what I have said … it doesn’t make enough of a difference if a family is joined together by blood or by adoption … each newly born into … we are all family in the end …. 😊
A good story but hard to listen to the narrator