I don’t really need advice, although you could give it if you really feel a pressing need. Just wanted to share this long and tawdry story with my buddies here.
So I never married my youngest son’s father. We did live together but I left him when son was 5 months old, due to his extreme abuse and general craziness. I know a lot of people say that their ex is bipolar, or narcissistic, or psycho/sociopathic, but really, he is actually all of these. I thought maybe he was bipolar while we were together, but I was pretty ignorant of that form of mental illness back then, and wasn’t really sure, and he didn’t take medication, and definitely wasn’t the kind of person you would outright ask about something like that. But he was and still is very charming, and would have almost anyone believing he’s an awesome person who would do anything for you, when the truth is, he’s a very manipulative sociopath who would do almost anything TO you. We stayed in touch for a while after I left him, but after a couple of years, he disappeared and stayed underground and could not be found.
Anyway, all this time goes by with no phone calls, no letters, no smoke signals, no telepathic messages, no nothing, especially no child support. Which I was okay with, really- knowing how he really was, the last thing I wanted was for him to be in my son’s life, and I always felt that we both were better off with him just gone and staying gone and that was fine with me.
In February of this year, I (long story) got in touch with his adult daughter and son from other mothers, and I learned even more about what a scary and disturbed person he is and what he’d done to them, and that only reinforced my belief that it was good that he’d disappeared and the right thing. His daughter (who he’d told me about) and I have actually become very close friends and I love her dearly, as she is a wonderful person. His other son (who he didn’t tell me about) - meh, I know him, is about all I would say about him. He tries, he’s not a bad person, really, just not my cup of tea, but we stay in touch. He has a rather horrific story of what his father did to him at the age of 14, which REALLY solidified my resolve to never, ever let this man in the same room as my son, and he is still damaged about it to this day.
So anyway, a few weeks ago, I got a message in my “other” inbox on Facebook (you know about that, right?) from a social worker at a hospice in Yuma, asking me to call her. I knew right away what it had to be about, and I was right. Now Mr. Wonderful is dying (supposedly of cancer, but he won’t go to a doctor to confirm, but obviously has a tumor growing out of his side and other things) and wanted to contact his long-lost son. Ugh. I find it difficult to believe that he wants to clear his conscience, because he actually doesn’t have one. His daughter is very suspicious of all this- they have not had a good relationship since he left her, also at a very young age, and then a few years ago, hired a private detective to find her. Neither one of us can really find the angle he could be working here, though, so I, although on guard and protective, can find no reason to not let him speak to my son on the phone with me listening and write him letters which I read first. He wants us to get his SS death benefit and also for my son to get SS on his dad’s record after his death. Which really just kind of screws a lot of things up, because my son gets his own SSI which comes with Medicaid, which he really needs because he has a lot of medical problems, and you’re pretty much forced to take the dead parent SS benefits, which won’t come with Medicaid, so fuck.
So they’ve been talking on the phone and Mr. Wonderful has been writing letters. I knew that he would pour on the charm with my son and my son would be all, “OMG, he’s awesome!” and I tried to warn him that that wasn’t the case, but he’s pretty convinced at this point that his father has changed. Heh. Which, fine, if that’s what you need to believe, whatever, but still not getting into the same room. A couple of my friends have said that they wouldn’t allow contact at all, but I don’t feel that it’s really in my son’s best interest to not ever have contact or know his father at all. I can only think that if it were me, I’d want to at least have the chance to get to know my father before he died. So that’s what we’re doing.
I don’t really have any anger or hard feelings towards him still- I worked all of that out a long time ago in therapy. But I do remember how he treated me and the misery of it all and I know what he’s done to others and he just sucks as a human being. The one thing that I wanted in life was for him to know before he died that we all found each other and shared stories. Ha! That gives me so much joy, that he knows that he wasn’t successful in screwing over and screwing up so many people and then moving along to the next person and nobody ever knowing what he had done to others. That was so satisfying, to be able to tell him that.
So, anyway, yeah. There it is there.
I never have gotten used to how life goes- how things can be one way for so long and you’re all used to it and dealing, and then wham, things change and are another way. Isn’t it weird?