Not sure if I should post here or in "I Can Relate" but hi! I'm new. But old. And not a spouse (thanks be to God) but rather a child (now an adult) who had the unpleasant experience of finding out UnFit/UnFaithful Parent (hereafter U.F.P.) had been so, for the entirety of my parents' truly awful marriage, and my entire life. The bad marriage is what led to my estrangement from them. How did I find out, you ask? U.F.P.'s "wonderful" uber religious (not the good kind of religious the very very bad kind of religious) family decided to reveal the second family U.F.P. had been stringing along for several decades IN THE OBITUARY.
This has had, as you could imagine, all the emotional, financial, and legal repercussions that you would expect. Years later, it is still ongoing. And likely will be for decades to come. I am legally U.F.P.'s only child. You think I'm just going to roll over and show my belly? Guess again. They picked the wrong one to rile.
When I reestablished contact with U.F.P.'s immediate family (siblings of U.F.P.) after reading said obituary (months after the funeral), I objected rather harshly that I remembered the second family and that they were around for the whole of my life.
I was then subjected to hundreds of pages of charming emails telling me how "delusional" and "obsessed" I was and was told verbally it "was all in my mind" and "never happened" by the other parent and child (hereafter The Others).
This "family" (I use the word loosely) has so much gaslight around it, they're practically Victorian freaking England. U.F.P.'s siblings (and parents, apparently), support The Others 100% because they're (in U.F.P.'s family's estimation) in the "right" religion. (Newsflash to no one, I am not.) So they are completely onboard with The Others badmouthing me and making me out to be some kind of halfwit with a poor memory. (In reality I have an excellent memory. For very specific details. Which has been, and will be, to The Others' utter undoing.)
I have, of course, vindicated myself and gathered all the necessary evidence proving that The Others were, indeed, hanging around my whole life like a bad cough, but they continued (and continue--love Facebook, *such* a resource--note my sarcasm) to push the "crazy estranged relative" angle. And they still defame me, my intellect, my moral fortitude, my (lack of their) religion, etc. to all and sundry.
U.F.P.'s family, like Pilate at the crucifixion, appears to have washed their hands of me, and are leaving me to The Others to be dealt with. Their mistake. Which they shall shortly be coming to regret. Deeply.
So I have decided it's time to fight fire with fire. The Others want to push the narrative that they had no contact with U.F.P. and family for decades? OK, let's roll with that. Problem for them is, this particular narrative has one gaping hole in it big enough to drive one of those autonomous semis through. Which I shall be doing presently. The parcel en route won't be ticking, but it will certainly make an impact. (You good people have seen the movie Armageddon, yes? Imagine it without the happy ending.)
Like Leviathan rising from the depths, I intend to take down at least three "families" with this latest salvo. Say I'm delusional, will you? Use a helpless child as your pawn and alibi to cover up your sins? Attempt to block my access to paperwork I am legally entitled to? Say hello to the long arm of a vengeful and anonymous God, bent purely upon your utter destruction.
TL;DR Cheating muppets! Pay attention! This is how your actual children feel, towards your extracurricular activities, and any resultant crotchfruit thereof! Hint: You may think you can get away with it, but it WILL come out. When it does, it ain't gonna be pretty. The longer the time interval, the worse it's going to be (guaranteed) for all concerned. Of course, U.F.P. thought they could escape through death...but it was an ugly, STI-related, death. At an earlier age than they should have lived to. It's the rest of us living who now have to try and get some justice out of the mess.
Don't be U.F.P., cheaters. Try and find some small scrap of human decency in your blackened little cinder chips of souls. Otherwise your actual kids might be haunting YOU like a bad curse. Even after death.
Thanks for listening. Mods, if this should be moved, please do so. (Or removed, if you like.)