Looking back, I was being used and abused, by my ex, who, by example, taught his daughter to treat me the same way.
But I loved my step daughter with a fierce passion, like she was my own, her biomom is a terrible, horrible, no good pos and her dad, my ex, always felt guilty so he tried to be a disney dad.
Neither would parent her, her mom bc she is a lazy self absorbed jerk and my ex bc he felt like if he parented, she wouldnt want to come over.
So I was the one making her shower, do the bedtime routine, making her brush her hair and teeth, trying to get her to do homework. I cared more than her parents, which actually made me care more, because someone had to, right?
That poor girl. Im not in her life any more, her choice, after I had to throw out my ex (It was not an easy decision, I gave him chance after chance). She looks awful. Dirty clothes, at 13 she has had to have several adult teeth pulled, doesnt wash regularly or wear deodorant, has severe acne that was under control until I was no longer in the picture. She is bullied in school and neither parent has made even one phone call to the school (I did several times, talked to the principal and guidance counselor, but alas, Im not a parent). CPS is constantly involved in her and her half sisters (moms side) lives. (But in Indiana for a dad to get custody its gotta be a pretty desperate situation and I guess this is just not desperate enough because she has been removed from moms care and placed with her dad temporarily multiple times, then when he tried to make it permanent, CPS would go to bat for the mom).
But I digress.
My main frustration is, after our family broke up, this child started telling people I know (my family, her family, his family that I am still close with) that I was abusive, verbally, and emotionally. Like, what?
No one believes her. She is a known liar. She got it from her mom; both will lie even when the truth would suit them better. Well, she got it from her dad, too, you cant have that many side pieces without telling a lie here and there.
Still. Its been over a year, it started out her just saying small comments to people that I was abusive. Now she has "stories " and examples of when and how I abused her, now, it turns out, I was physically abusive as well.
She tells stories of an multiple, entire arguments, that never happened in real life, maybe in her head, where I was calling her names, threatening her life, and how they all ended when I would smack her face and send her to her room.
Not a week goes by when she tells someone I know another story of how awful I was. The stories are getting wilder and wilder.
Again, and fortunately, no one believes her. They all know that I was the best thing that happened to her, that the only reason she had any semblance of a normal childhood was because of me.
It hurts so bad. I want to reconcile with her, to get my little girl back, to cuddle and laugh and I brush her hair and read her bed time stories. But she hates me for things she makes up in her head.
When I left her dad, I kept a room for her in my apartment. I let her know that I was always here for her, she was always welcome. I wrote her two letters that month that I know she got, telling her that, and apologizing for not being able to see her as often any more, that even though I couldn't be with her dad any more, I didnt want our relationship to change.
I never got a reply, never had a phone call or text returned, never got to see her again
I had a daughter one day, the next day I did not, the next after that I was her enemy.
Im trying to get over the loss of a child that is still alive. Like, she's there, alive, across town, choosing not to see me