Chapter 9 - WENDY ASKED TO MEET HER GRANDDAUGHTER
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Wendy was released before Luca.
Her four-year sentence became somewhat less with credit and good behavior; after roughly three years, she entered supervised release.
Grace was almost four.
Wendy asked to meet.
Not through me directly.
Through attorney.
The request:
One supervised thirty-minute meeting.
No legal argument.
No “grandparents’ rights” threat.
No gifts beyond one approved book.
I said no.
Not forever.
Not yet.
Six months later, request again.
I asked therapist.
Not because Grace remembered Wendy.
She did not.
Because relationship with someone who participated in violence and fraud required care.
Therapist:
“What would purpose be?”
Good.
Not what Wendy deserves.
Purpose.
Could benefit Grace eventually to know paternal grandmother if safe.
Could also destabilize.
We began with letters.
Wendy wrote child-friendly:
Dear Grace, I am your dad’s mother. I made serious mistakes before you were born and was away because of those mistakes. I hope someday I can meet you. You do not have to.
No blaming.
No story of accident.
Good.
Grace asked:
“Why mistakes?”
I said:
“She helped Daddy lie and she didn’t help me when I was hurt.”
Age-appropriate.
“Is she mean?”
“She did mean things.”
“Still?”
“I don’t know.”
Then:
“Can I see picture?”
I showed.
Grace:
“She has Dad’s nose.”
I laughed.
Yes.
Then first supervised meeting at family center.
I stayed behind one-way? Maybe no. Professional supervisor present; I stayed nearby but not room to reduce tension.
Wendy entered carrying one book.
Grace hid behind supervisor.
Wendy did not approach.
“Hi, Grace.”
Grace stared.
“Are you Grandma Wendy?”
“Yes.”
“Did you go jail?”
Supervisor glanced.
Wendy swallowed.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Wendy looked toward supervisor.
Then answered simple:
“Because I lied and helped someone hurt your mom instead of helping her.”
Good.
Grace frowned.
“Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Wendy’s eyes filled.
“I thought protecting my son mattered more than doing right.”
Grace:
“That’s dumb.”
The supervisor almost smiled.
Wendy:
“Yes.”
Children.
Then book.
They read.
Thirty minutes.
At end Wendy asked:
“Can I hug you?”
Grace said no.
Wendy:
“Okay.”
Huge.
No guilt.
Second visit month later.
Grace allowed fist bump.
Third, hug.
Slow.
Then Wendy wrote me:
Thank you.
I replied:
Her boundaries decide pace.
She answered:
I understand.
I hoped.
Then Wendy told me something.
After release, she had moved into small apartment.
No luxury.
Her property investment gone.
Restitution.
She worked bookkeeping? Financial crimes might make not ideal. She worked receptionist at dental office.
She said:
“I used to think being dependent was humiliation.”
That drove her.
She hid debt because image.
Then exploited me.
“I wanted Elmwood because it made me feel safe.”
Not hers.
That’s problem.
She continued:
“I thought if Luca had property, then I hadn’t failed him.”
Maternal identity.
Then:
“I treated your father’s gift like judgment.”
Yes.
Then she said:
“I hated Thomas.”
I knew.
“Because he saw Luca?”
“No.”
She paused.
“Because he saw me.”
Interesting.
Dad once confronted Wendy about pushing joint property.
At our rehearsal dinner? She revealed.
He told:
“Jessi is not a resource.”
Wendy never forgot.
She considered insult.
Years later proved him right.
Then:
“I wanted to win argument with dead man.”
I did not comfort.
Then:
“You almost killed his daughter.”
She flinched.
“Yes.”
Not physically shove, but cover delay could.
Then:
“I know.”
That was where we left.
Wendy’s relationship with Grace remained supervised for years, then gradually unsupervised short visits only after family court/professional approval and my comfort.
No automatic grandmother access.
She never stayed overnight.
Not punishment.
Safety and trust.
Luca learned about visits in prison.
He wrote:
I’m glad Mom is learning to hear no.
I almost laughed.
Then:
I’m still learning too.
At prison, he had become peer mentor in accountability program? Maybe later. Avoid overly redemptive.
He completed courses.
No disciplinary violence.
Work assignment.
Letters.
His release projected after six and half years.
Grace would be seven or eight.
She knew father through calls and visits.
I took her to prison twice a year once age appropriate.
Not because court forced.
Because she wanted.
First time she asked:
“Why doors loud?”
“Security.”
Then Luca appeared.
He cried.
Grace hugged.
They colored.
No discussion house.
On drive home she asked:
“Do I have to live with Daddy when he gets out?”
“No.”
Relief.
“Can I visit?”
“If safe and you want.”
Choice.
Always.
Then she asked:
“Do you hate him?”
I thought.
“No.”
“Love?”
Hard.
“I used to love him as husband.”
“Now?”
“I care what happens because he’s your father. But I don’t want be married.”
She accepted.
Children can hold separate relationships if adults let.
Then she said:
“I love him.”
“That’s okay.”
I meant.
May you like
She did not betray me by loving him.
That was another cycle I refused.
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