My kids’ world was about pleasing their father. The more they acted afraid of me, the happier he was.
If they made up horrible lies about me, they’d be emotionally rewarded by their father. They were bonding with their abuser as he would emotionally confide in them about his strong feelings, so the children would feel sorry for him as he played the victim. It was very believable.
I was told they were encouraging the children to see me, but why would they want to see me when I was always made out to be an ogre. The stepmother would say to them “I don’t understand why you would want to go and see your mum, she just wants you for money, but you should really go as it’s important.”