I Bear Her No Malice

At the end of my marriage of ten years, I was left to bring up our children while their father returned to his home country. When my children each reached 18, they left home to try and establish a relationship with their father. As time passed, they both began to increasingly project their anger and blame onto me.

None of their stories made sense. Their accusations bore no resemblance to the reality we had lived together, and they erased the truth of their father's cruelty and selfishness.

I was the scapegoat, and as such I was denied a voice in my defence.

A devastating false narrative of me had been created and nurtured by my accusers over many years. They achieved their malevolence through secrecy, lies and, most devastatingly, the destruction of my sacred birthright as my children's Mother.

While on the painful and isolating path of searching for insight, I came to recognise the destructive patterns of narcissistic abuse and the cruelty of parental alienation that had unfolded in my own life.

I wrote this memoir to find out how and why had this conflict happened, and slowly, one chapter at a time, the trauma came to the surface, and I found the answers I had longed to find.

I hope with all my heart that you see your own voice validated here and I wish you the healing you deserve.