Bewildered
The Force is Strong With This One
Laura said:Hmmmm... just a thought here: reading about your mother and father and what you experienced, I wonder... a woman can be turned into a complete witch if she is with a man who never supports her emotionally and everything you have described could be about such a situation with the one who is the wolf in sheep's clothing looking like the good guy.
I know. My ex did this to me. The situation wasn't exactly as you describe it, but enough elements were present to make me wonder what was really going on between your parents. Who was really on first there?
That's a good question, Laura. You raise a valid point. They had 6 years worth of marriage by the time I was born; add being a military family to the mix (my father was career military, more on that shortly), and some unusual elements come into play. I honestly wish I knew where it began. At this point, they are thousands of miles away on the other side of the country, and still married (46 years) and together despite the gut-wrenching strife and dysfunction of the past. I have often wondered why they are still together.
I will say this, though: I wouldn't exactly call my father the "good guy." Troubled...quiet...possibly even depressed at times, yes. Even distant. Your observation above brings that to mind.
My father's military career might be relevant in this equation. He spent 28 years in the U.S. Army...most of it an utter mystery to me. What was he doing? All he will say (even now, in the twilight of his life he won't discuss it...he won't be around much longer, I think) is that he worked in "fixed-station communications." He was enlisted, but seemed to carry an awful lot of weight, and I recall him working mostly with officers and warrant officers. During the early 1960s, he was in Iran and Saudi Arabia...in the mid to late 60s, Thailand...a stint as an instructor at the U.S Army Signal School (I was born during that time)...in the early 1970s, Ethiopia...Site R in the late 1970s and early 1980s; if there was something my father never did, it was discuss work. Ever. The only clues I have are Site R...the connection to spooks during Vietnam...the enigma of his sudden TDY (temporary duty) to Ethiopia...and the Cosmic TS security clearance he held during our time in Europe.
He worked long hours. When he was home, he seemed to isolate himself. He and my mother fought frequently. These are my earliest memories. I wish I knew who was on first. Could my mother's narcissism have something to do with a dynamic I am unaware of? That could very well be. I just wonder...how could I find out? Both are impossible to deal with now.