One of my oldest and dearest friends (known him and his whole crazy family for nearly 30 yrs now) has a son who 12 months ago married a sweet young girl. For the purposes of this story, we’ll call him Jack and her Mary. Jack had been in the army when they met…she got pregnant, they moved in together, he left the army and they now have two little tackers. Jack is now 26 and Mary is 24 yrs old. They live in Victoria now but all of her family are in South Australia. For the purposes of this story, it should be mentioned that her family are strictly religious folk who have no interest in their daughter because she ‘had’ to get married, and show no interest in their grandkids either.
Jack is proving to be an arsehole extraordinaire of a partner. I have no reason to believe (yet) that he is physically abusing Mary, but all the other abuse ‘boxes’ are being ticked regularly.
She is a SAHM, literally. No car, and no license means she is stuck at home almost 24/7. Jack will NOT take her out with the children as he apparently finds them an embarrassment or something. He leaves home @5am to go to the gym, then straight to work (he’s a tradie) then doesn’t return home until late in the evening when he demands his meal (often insisting that the whole family wait until he is home so they can all sit down together…except the kids are 18m and 3yrs old and we ALL know what kids are like when it’s two hrs past their normal dinnertime and they’re tired AND hungry).
Weekends are spent hanging out with his dad* and uncles (both uncles dropkicks with a taste for drugs and gambling).
He won’t take her shopping, nor will he do the shopping either. The reason being that it is just plain WRONG to walk around with a shopping-list in the supermarket…I can’t figure this one out either: so most of their shopping is done online, and home delivered, giving her even less of an opportunity to get out of the house.
He insists that the children be dressed in ‘special’ ways, ie, the little girl (the toddler) is not allowed to wear little girlie clothes, and both of the kids have to wear appropriate colours. Things like no red with yellow, or green with black or whatever particular colour combinations he finds ‘wrong’.
She has no allowance to spend on herself: in Australia there is a payment that generally goes directly to the mother (Family Payment) but *that *is used to pay for two days childcare for the older boy. Except that Jack just sometimes refuses to drive him to daycare…Mary has no way of getting him there by herself. Fees are still payable, attendance or not.
He’s verbally abusive, complains that she is a fat, lazy slob ('What the fuck do you DO all day??) and their sex life is virtually non-existent. And she seems so scared all the time: I don’t see her often, but when I do, it’s painful to watch. I have NOT seen Jack and Mary together since their wedding. What’s worse is that Mary seems resigned to this being her future…that this is what marriage and relationships are all about! Her youth and naivety just make me want to cry.
Now here’s my dilemma: if she was my peer and/or friend, I’d be advising her to GTFO of there, NOW, before things get worse. But it’s MY daughter who is giving me this information (in strict confidence at this point).
It was me who set up the initial meetup between the two newish mums. My daughter had just moved back to Melbourne with two little kids, and Mary didn’t know anybody here, so I organised a coffee morning and things have taken off from there. They catch up a couple of times a week, Pip often driving Mary to appointments and stuff or just packing picnic to go to the park to get out of the house with the kids. It’s proving to be a lovely friendship, but fuck…
I will NOT be approaching Jack, and am now somewhat reluctant to approach my ‘oldest and dearest friend’ (Jack’s father) as word on the grapevine has it that his almost monthly jaunts to SE Asia are to visit ‘another’ wife. (He is married here in Australia, but his wife suffers from sometimes debilitating mental illness). IOW, expecting him to have a serious word with his son about his treatment of his wife is hypocritically laughable now. The rest of the family are a lost fucking cause.
Gaaaaah, I hate standing by and watching trainwrecks. Yes, I DO acknowledge that that is exactly what I have to do until Mary decides she wants to change her predicament. I’m seeing her today, and if nothing else I wll be offering her some driving lessons: Pip can look after her babies for an hour or two each weekend, and I’ll play driving instructor. At least if she’s got wheels, she’s got a way of getting OUT.
Any other suggestions gratefully considered.