What does everyone think of Bel Mooney's advice in today's paper?
Help free me from this living grief
Dear Bel,
I have been in a living grief for many years because of my situation. I am not a ‘whole’ person and never will be again unless things change. It’s hard to hold on to hope when all attempts to mend things are hopeless.
It began more than 30 years ago — too long a story. After my difficult marriage ended, my youngest daughter, then 16, became a victim of the situation. I’ve been excluded from her life ever since.
Then, 15 years ago, her twin brother also shut me out. My father was dying and my son’s wife interfered, causing upset for Mum. I asked her to mind her own business and stop phoning Mum, and instead help her husband through that distressing time.
I feel like a stranger in my own life — robbed of what I should have had with my whole family. I have four girls and a boy, but since two have chosen to exclude me I do not know three of my grandchildren. I treasure time with the others who do want me, but there’s always something missing.
There is a photograph of all my children, and their spouses and children, with my ex-husband and his wife in the centre.
I have no problem with his wife, who was not to blame for the marriage break-up. But I’m heartbroken that I don’t have my own version of that happy picture.
I have a wonderful husband, without whom I would not be here. I count my blessings and my faith is important. But my sleep is often disturbed by heartache and longing. Coping with my see-saw existence is becoming harder. I am a fit and active 73-year-old, but I’m so tired.
Pamela
The phrase ‘living grief’ is usually associated with the long-term stress and pain of looking after very sick and/or dying people, followed by another grief when they pass away. Or any loss which does not seem to change with the passage of time.
For you, it is living with permanent estrangement from your twins. For some reason your daughter probably took the side of her father, 30 years ago.
Some 15 years later, at another time of great stress, you quarrelled with your daughter-in-law and your son never forgave you.
In your long letter, you explain that you tried to make up, to no avail. Your sense of rejection and loss is profound, and it is hard to see what you can do about it — other than learn to live with the reality of your life, calming the happy-sad-happy see-saw of your mind.
I understand your frustration that, while your ex-husband and his wife can treasure a photograph of them with the whole family, you cannot.
If that lack is, in fact, a consequence of your own past mistakes, it doesn’t make the sadness easier to bear.
Yet surely you must move on? For if you fail to come to terms with what has happened, you risk ruining the life that you do have with your beloved husband and three out of your five children.
By brooding over the idealised symbolism of the ‘missing’ photograph, you place yourself permanently on a spike of longing and loss.
This is to suffer pointlessly — and at the expense of all the happy snaps you must have of good times spent with the rest of the family.
You say you count your blessings — and that is the only saving grace. Count them more.
I believe we can help to heal ourselves with small, symbolic actions. I could suggest various things to aid you in accepting the reality of your life — sadness and all.
But I’ll choose just one. Why not buy yourself a present of a pretty, heart-shaped locket?
Instead of putting a photograph inside, I would get the finest felt-tip pen and write out the names of your five children and those of all the grandchildren on two pieces of paper, to fit both sides.
Take trouble over this. Wear the locket every day. Take a deep breath and hold it as needed.
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