It's funny, but I had suspicions of this from the first couple of months that we met. I got on the net and got books on the subject of moms molesting boys-- and there's not a lot out there on that. Once we watched a movie where there was an older woman who messed with a little boy and I even asked him, Did anything like that ever happen to you, and he said no, I don't think so.
And he probably doesn't see it as all that bad... and yet if I said to him-- and I do plan to wait for the right moment to say this to him, maybe not until we're back there in the C's office-- picture one of your daughters at the age of 10, naked in the shower, mom divorced so she's not around... and you as the dad go in the bathroom and handle her breasts-- God, the thought would probably make him throw up. It almost makes me throw up.
I believe something like this happened to my mother, which is why she won't talk about her childhood AT ALL. I suspect she was molested either by her older brother or possibly by her parish priest. Her parents were immigrants, her father worked at the church, priests were God and could do no wrong. I know that she was moved to another parish school around age 13 when the rest of her 9 brothers and sisters stayed at the original school.
I think I've mentioned this before, but if you see a photo of BF's mom at around age 40, it IS a picture of his ex. Not just a resemblance, but it absolutely IS the same face. When I first saw that I said to his mom, "Wow! Your picture at that age could be a picture of R___." She said, "I know."
I feel so bad for that little boy who had no place to go and got tangled in this spider's web... love, fear, attraction, revulsion, "feeling special," but wanting to run and hide.
