High conflict divorce. How can I accept that his family and friends hate me?
I married my former professor (15 years older than me) which is my fault for ignoring that red flag. He was taking secret non-consensual photos of me in a thong when I was changing or sleeping for years (including when I was still a student in the graduate program). I always told him that I was uncomfortable with pictures. Also he constantly gaslights whenever I express my feelings or call him out on his lies.
Then his mom stayed for 6 weeks postpartum right after my baby was born and he didn’t allow my family to visit. She overstepped and they ganged up on me a few times over parenting decisions or asserted forceful parenting advice. This triggered postpartum depression, when I was already dealing with severe postpartum anxiety. His mom screamed at me for “criticizing him” (AKA saying I’m not comfortable with her being lied down on a pillow when he’s playing the Switch, or not to burp her while holding her neck, or asking to take a swaddle off due to the temperature— which wasn’t criticism—or god forbid, asking him to actually hold the bottle instead of letting it hang from her mouth while she was ASLEEP with her chin to her chest. I can admit that “negative” feedback adding up wasn’t great on my part but I also had a right to set guidelines as her mother, who went through an extremely difficult high-risk pregnancy and traumatic birth experience.
Then I found out he was secretly abusing substances while caring for her and spreading horrible lies about me. He ran out the door to rehab. And then CPS showed up because he said lies about me in rehab as well (of course on the report, he framed me as a “bully” and that he was in rehab “preventatively due to past addiction”). AND despite them knowing that the report came from his rehab, they’re publicly and in court blaming me and my family for making it. Luckily, my case was deemed unfounded. Idk about his but he probably got away with it.
His mom has been telling my family that I’m horrible and that the marriage would never work because I’d “kill him” from stress. I am so obsessed with what they and his friends think and that they don’t know the full truth. I will ALWAYS be the enemy to them. I’m not perfect. I definitely have my flaws and have, as all people, done things that I am not proud of. I feel sexually violated and my postpartum experience has been so horrible due to his lies and disrespect.
How can I stop caring what they think?