My sister’s a fundie, and her son isn’t allowed to go Trick or Treating, but that’s not what I’m worried about.
About three years ago she was told by the Holy Spirit (her words) to check her husband’s e-mail. She found he’d been corresponding with an old friend, talking about what they’d like to do to each other with various props and toys.
The friend has a wife and child.
So my sister got divorced.
She got new clothes, new hair do, really looked like the dashing young divorcee.
She lived about two hours away, and although we urged her to move closer to either me or my dad, she wanted to stay where she was because of her job and church.
Then she had herself an ego-fuck. (Girls, you know what that is, you sleep with a guy because you want to feel desirable and wantd. No big deal, we’ve all done it.)
Except she had sinned against God, and as she told me, she had to seek God’s forgiveness, just like we seek our dad’s forgiveness when we screw up. (Funny, I know my dad loves me know matter what and I don’t have to seek his forgiveness. But anyway…)
Then she meets this guy at her church. He’s 18 years older than she is.
Oh, he thought he was divorced two years ago but turns out his wife didn’t sign all the paperwork. :rolleyes: I refuse to meet him until his divorce is final (so much for the adultery commandment, I guess.)
They know each other less than a year, and get married.
Something about the guy got my back up right from the start. Since then, my opinion has not changed. Little things have been coming out in bits and pieces, and my sister does not question any of it. For instance:
He owes back child support to Virginia, but he paid it all and the state lost the paperwork. So he can’t work because the state will take all of his paycheck except for $1.19 for back child support. Which he’s already paid. But the state lost the paperwork. And they can’t afford an attorney to straighten it out.
There are two other children, from another marriage, but they’re not his because he never had sex with his wife.
Oh, the child support for the Virginia kid…turns out he was never married to that one. (It just hit me…who was he getting divorced from then? It was always implied it was this one.)
His ex messed up his tax returns, which is why he owes thousands in back taxes. But he and my sister will declare bankruptcy and make that pesky little mess go away.
He’s taking anger management classes, and my sister did admit to my dad’s SO that “sometimes” he takes it out on her and her son. She wouldn’t be more specific.
Now, from what I’ve witnessed and my husband’s witnessed, there is something seriously not right with this guy.
He will talk to my sister in a very curt, abrupt tone of voice. We were out shopping and I pointed out to my sister some sneakers, since she said she was looking for a new pair. Her husband snaps at her, “Excuse me, I was speaking to you.” I just looked at him.
At the wedding, her then three year old son is sitting between them at the reception. Her husband is alternately tickling him and yelling at him to sit still. This is a three year old boy who’s had a very long day with no nap and is doing remarkably well. I finally get my nephew to sit over by me to get him away from his new step-father.
Remember the old maxim, you can always tell the character of a man by how he treats a waitress? Well, he treats them very rudely.
We took them out to dinner. Right before the check was due to arrive, Creepy Husband gets up and wanders off. Ivylad had already said he was going to pay, but CH didn’t even say thanks or offer to help with the tip. (BTW, I did e-mail my sister on this one, and they both called up to apologize and thank Ivylad for dinner.)
At my nephew’s birthday party, while they were hanging the pinata, Creepy Husband accidentally smacks one of the kids in the face with the broom handle. His first words?
Not, “Are you okay?”
Not, “I’m so sorry, let me see.”
Not, “Let me get some ice on that.”
No, his first words were, “Don’t tell your mother.”
The problem is, my sister is very reticent to talk about this. Everything is hunky dory, she couldn’t be happier, blah blah blah.
It’s gotten to the point where my Dad’s SO and I are talking about hiring a private investigator.
What do you do when your sister is so blind she refuses to see? That she swallows everything he tells her, no matter how unbelievable it is? How do I help her when she can’t see that there’s a problem? Is she truly blind, or is she afraid to say anything?