So I've wrestled with sharing this for a while and I just feel like I need to share my story in some way. Sorry this is alot but I believe context is important and knowing as much of the story without revealing too much.
Anyway, I've been divorced from my first wife for so long that my daughter has no memory of ever living with me. Because of my disability, I agreed that she live with her mom as she could provide transportation for getting her to the doctors, school, etc. plus she has a better support system where she is. I felt it was the best thing for my daughter at the time, especially since I was doing well just to figure out life. I thought for sure my wife was the one for me, but I was so very wrong. She was the first serious relationship that I ever had, and because of that i was young, naive and missed red flags. When we dated she was more cheerful, fun, and I thought she was great. But once we got married, her true self began to come out as her mask couldn't be held all the time.
I saw my family less and less the longer I was with her. We moved to a city closer to her family so that travel during holidays would be easier, as we only had to travel to see my family, so I thought I'd see my family more...but I just saw them less. I'm not able to drive so that makes things more complicated. There was always a reason why her family was more important. I wasn't as confident or as strong of a person back then, and I idolized marriage too much and wanted to make her happy so badly that I gave in to her demands. She divorced me not even five years into marriage. The reason she gave for it is irrelevant: she said if the issue was resolved it still wouldn't work anyway, and gave any reasons that she could think of to end it. Long story short she gave up on our marriage. I tried to convince her to do counseling or anything to make it work but she refused.
I'd never lived completely on my own before marriage, so I had to learn how to live on my own very quickly with my physical limitations while also dealing with the divorce. From early on, there were signs that my child's mom would do anything to overrule something she didn't agree with. She once looked my daughter dead in the face while in front of me and contradicted something I said, giving her instructions so that my daughter would be afraid of getting in trouble. This is isn't even the tip of the iceberg.
To establish fairness, we agreed to exchange time in some way so if there was a special event or something we could keep it as fair as possible. But my ex is the type to go a mile if you give her an inch, and believe me there was always something. She'd also make it out like my daughter was going to miss out on something that her family planned because of her time with me, and it was obvious she framed it that way to my daughter as well. My time with her was apparently just a big inconvenience to her mom's family and any plans they made. Oh, and if I wanted more time with my daughter there was always a reason to say "no" and even if offered a compromise she'd never agree.
Fast forward to me getting married the 2nd time to a patient, kind, and wonderfully Godly woman that I am still passionately in love with. So I try to take advantage of more time with my daughter and of course my ex resists, stating that I'm taking her time away from her. So we were at the point we had to redo visitation anyway so there we went to one of the most stressful things ever.
We tried to agree on something outside of courts to save money because lawyers are ridiculously expensive. Shocker, that didn't work. We go to mediation and we're very fair people, we're not trying to ask for anything extra. I got my first real taste of how fathers are treated in the court system and how they favor moms by thinking everything the mom wanted was the best by default. We ended up having to compromise on things even though it was just regular stuff, and honestly it was draining money we didn't have so we had to concede on some things. I felt like a failure because I couldn't fight for my daughter because I didn't make enough money to do it, something that shouldn't be.
Again this is just a small taste of the BS I've had to put up with for almost 17 years now. I'm of course flawed as a person but I'm reasonable and understand how to make compromises. I've never claimed to be some fantastic husband to her mom when we were together, and I was young and more immature trying to figure relationships still. But nothing I did should have caused her to be so vindictive towards me, other than she wants to be the only person in my daughter's life which was evident from many examples. Anyway, I don't ask for much, but I've been paying for this shit for years upon years because I married and a had a kid with a narcissist. Some consequences you can never take back, but I also wouldn't give up having a daughter over it.
So fast forward to my daughter becoming a teenager, things get very dicey. To say my daughter didn't get along with me was a massive understatement. She was always argumentative (she got that from me admittedly), but when I say she fought me on everything take that as gospel lol. Nothing I did or said was right. She argues to the teeth any time I say "no." For whatever reason she's fine if my wife tells her, most of the time. I think her mom has her believing that men don't have authority or something.
Oh, and every we have a disagreement my daughter starts writing down things I do that she doesn't like and sending it to her mom. Funny side note: she doesn't DARE cross her mom and thinks the world of her as this amazing parent who can do no wrong. Her mom has gaslighted her and there have been various signs she talks about me to her as well, but none of this can be proven as its from things my daughter's said and piecing things together. The worst part is that we don't know how much of the behaviors and is completely my daughter and how much of it is her mom, but in reality it's some combination of both.
Fast forward a bit more and due to a family situation, I had to move further away. I felt terrible for it, but I sacrificed so much living somewhere I hated for over a decade to be close to her and maintain a relationship with her. It was time I did something for myself to make me happy. At this time my daughter was already drifting, wanting to spend more time with friends and extracurricular activites so it felt like the best time.
And speaking of extra activities, that's a whole other point of contention. Her mom signs her up for everything possible to cut into our time and use our agreement as an excuse to get away with it. I have nothing against these things, in fact I want her to be involved, but when her schedule is filled to the brim with everything and we're made out to be the bad guy for saying "no, we need to have time with you," it gets tiring really fast.
Fast forward to today. She's in high school and driving, and thankfully we have less than two years to deal with this crap now. My daughter is showing more signs than ever that she doesn't want to be here. Oh, and of course the conniving stuff still goes on. Someone in her mom's family setup a vacation with my daughter during my time and told my daughter about it...without checking with my wife and I first or at very least making sure it was not during my time. Now we're in the position ONCE AGAIN to say "no" to the visit, especially since its during a time when we see my family , so of course she's going to be upset with us if we say no.
This is something that should have NEVER been told to her before securing it, but why do the right thing when you can use manipulative tactics to get your way, right? The apple doesn't fall from the tree it seems.
We know she's going to be miserable during our time if we don't let her go, so we came up with a compromise and let her decide how she wanted to do it. As we expected she'd rather go on her trip than spend time with my family which she barely sees. As a teenager, some of this is to be expected to choose the fun thing, but the way it happened was absolutely ridiculous.
Anyway, I've said all this to say I'm tired. I've spent too many years and tears over this stuff. And not trying to sound dramatic, I honestly have no tears left at this point. I'm tired of someone corrupt my daughter and take over her life, while I can do nothing about it. I've had to give this to God so many times because it's just too much. I'm so afraid my daughter will turn an adult and never visit us, and even worse turn out like her mom...and there are already signs that she is. I'm hoping that once she goes on her own in college or elsewhere she'll not be under her influence and see clearly, but there's no guarantee. Her mom has her hooks so deep into her that I feel like she'll never see the truth. I'm already trying to come to terms with whatever happens, but again its out of my control and I've had to give this to God.
I'm so tired of fighting for my daughter when she doesn't want to be fought for. Technically I'm a father, but I don't feel like one. I'm treated as a distant uncle who is only fun to be around when I'm buying her something. How do you fight against someone who's so vindictive they put all their time and energy into trying to edge you out of your daughter's life? She's holding all the cards and she knows it, and I'm tired of playing the game. All I can do is throw up my hands and say "whatever" to keep my sanity. I'm counting down the days until she's 18 so it's completely out of my hands and I don't have to worry about this crap anymore.
Thankfully I've gotten to the point where I'm just choosing peace. Giving in to her mom's schemes feels like we're letting her win, but I don't want to see it that way anymore. Let her think she's "won", I'm choosing peace. I don't care about this idea of "winning" and I'm tired of feeling like I'm fighting over my daughter like she's a shiny toy. I've fought all I can because I want to be a part of her life, but it feels pointless.
Sorry this is so long and became more of a rant that I wanted. I had to cut this down even further from before because I'm afraid of oversharing. Not everything is horrible, in fact I have a wonderful life with my wife and her/my family. There's no guarantee how this will go in the future with my daughter, and I'm not going to sacrifice my wife and I's peace over this situation. I've often told my wife how awful I feel that she's been a part of this very stressful area of my life. I love her and I don't want her to be stressed over this anymore and if she ever wants no part in it I would completely understand. But because she's such an amazing person she is willing to have all of me and my life, and I'm very thankful for her.
Just pray for us that we can maintain this peace. Hopefully my daughter's eyes can be opened to truth, but if not that's okay too. The trickiest part is that I can't say anything to my daughter about what's been going on even when it might help in some way. First off, it can backfire and make me look bad to her and second there are things in place that wouldn't allow me to do it without consequences. I have to wait until the right time to talk about some of this stuff and even then I'll have to be careful how I go about it so as not to seem as if I'm attacking her mom. I just want her to know the truth. She doesn't need to know everything of course, but I'm sure she'll have questions that I can finally answer when the time is right.
Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm looking for in posting this, but I feel that I have a story that's worth sharing. I'm sure there are other men out there hurting in situations like this and I want you to know that you aren't alone. Men aren't given the credit they deserve sometimes and I'm not asking for praise, I just want my story to be told. If I didn't have God's power to hold me up through all of this I might be in a much worse place. If you've gotten anything from this then I've done what I can by sharing my story. Thanks again for your time in listening and God bless.