...in my husband.
I have to admit to feeling very insecure after the events of the past week and in particular yesterday.
My imagination has a tendency to become very vivid at times. I had this picture in my head of Mr Ayak sending me off into the sunset, with FIL standing with him at the door, rubbing his hands with glee...and me turning to say "OK dear FIL...you've won...I hope you'll be very happy together".
Mr Ayak returned home this afternoon just as I was coming out of the house and down the steps. He came through the gate and opened his arms to me. He gave me a big hug and said "I'm sorry".
There was no inquest...it wasn't necessary. I didn't mention his father, but Mr Ayak said "You know I love you...and my father knows I love you, so whatever he says or does will make no difference. There is nothing he can do to interfere with our life".
So clearly FIL has been telling Mr Ayak what he thinks of me, and has as I thought been trying to influence him...but it hasn't worked. And I really don't need or want to know what has been said. It's enough for me to know that, even though Mr A will always need to have some kind of relationship with his father, he will always put me first.
So we are back to normal, and even though I will have to tolerate FIL again in the future, I now know I can cope with it.
I would just like to express my appreciation to all my blogger friends for supporting me through all this. You've given such good advice, you've encouraged me and believed in me. I didn't feel able to talk to anyone about how I felt, and even though I was a little reluctant to blog about it, I am very pleased I did. The anonymity of blogging somehow makes it easier...as if I'm not really burdening anyone. It has helped me enormously. Thank you.