Currently in Tampo Land
So, I have 4 kids (3 by my first wife and 1 by my second and current wife). 2 of my older kids are doing well in life. They are both in their 20’s, have great jobs and are financially secure (with savings and investments that they’ve both accumulated themselves). Most importantly, they are rock-solid young men. I’d trust them with my life. Also, my youngest daughter (the one that I have with my second wife is 13 yrs old and an intelligent, high achiever with a great heart-warm, empathetic, family-centered. My oldest daughter (the final child I had with my first wife) was born with NF-1, had a traumatic injury to her right lower leg as a child, had 17 surgeries on that leg as a child, has to wear a leg brace for the rest of her life, only finished a year of college, has had 2 bad car accidents, has been thru at least 8 jobs over the past 3 years, and was raped at age 18. To top it off, her mom (my first wife) treats my eldest daughter horribly….narcissistic, accusatory, and hyper-critical and always makes herself the victim when she interacts with my older daughter. In short, my older daughter needs someone in her corner-and I’ve been there for her because she’s my blood and it’s my obligation to help her. Fast forward to last night..my older daughter just started a new job and her first paycheck is 2 weeks out. She’s out of food and gas, so I gave her $100.00 USD to help her along. Keep in mind that I own a lucrative business here in the US, live in a large house in a gated community and will have no worries when I retire. My second wife lit into me like I’d given my eldest daughter a million dollars. It was a full-on attack about the money I gave to my older daughter…and about how she hates my older daughter, about how my giving my eldest daughter money won’t ever stop..,and that she can’t trust me..and on and on. So, now, she’s not speaking to me…when she does this, I just immerse myself in my work and other things and keep my distance. We were supposed to go visit one of her friend this weekend, but I’m not going to go. The last thing I want is to be trapped in the car with her for 3 hours
while she’s giving me the silent treatment.
WTF kind of Dad would I be to let my daughter go hungry while I sit over here in comfort?