I was a child of a hostile agressive (HA) parent. It was my mother, but the sex of the agressor is not important. One parent made it impossible for me to cultivate and maintain my relationship with my other parent. My HA parent sent me through loyalty tests almost every day. I was subject to physical and emotional abuse whenever I did not pass the test - but I was never told the rules beyond the fact that I was required to prove to my HA parent that I loved them more than the other parent.
It messed with my mind. It destroyed my own self worth - I never felt loved for myself, just for the assurance I could offer my HA parent (deserved or not). I also lived my life believing my targeted parent either could not - or would not - rescue me. I felt my target parent did not care enough to overcome all obstacles to free me from the mental torture, so I threw my target parent under the bus in order to survive.
I was 16. Your daughter is, what? 10? she does not have the skills to do anything other than go along. She is in survival mode. If you will not fight for her, then she will fight on her own. It is not about what IS, but about what she PERCEIVES to be. Remember that. Always remember that.
Lastly, don't make every gift about "earned." Gifts are gifts, they are not earned. You give gifts because you love the recipient, not because they earned it. Earn = reward or wage, not gift. She asks for a gift and you answer with , "sure, I will pay you a wage." I am not saying to give her everything she wants, but you need to make your answer Yes or no" not "we'll see." She needs as much structure as you can give. Set the rules and demand she meet them. When she balks remind her that each place has its own rules (e.g., school, church, grandma's, Dad's, Mom's.) It is normal that different places have different rules.
While her HA parent is teaching her that love can be bought, you are teaching her that love can be EARNED. You need to parent her in a manner that basically ignores the parenting your ex is doing. In other words, draw your line in the sand and refuse to be pushed over that line. Let her find you no farther away emtionally than when she last saw you. Your daughter needs you to be as stable and dependable as you possibly can be. But never forget to show your love.
It messed with my mind. It destroyed my own self worth - I never felt loved for myself, just for the assurance I could offer my HA parent (deserved or not). I also lived my life believing my targeted parent either could not - or would not - rescue me. I felt my target parent did not care enough to overcome all obstacles to free me from the mental torture, so I threw my target parent under the bus in order to survive.
I was 16. Your daughter is, what? 10? she does not have the skills to do anything other than go along. She is in survival mode. If you will not fight for her, then she will fight on her own. It is not about what IS, but about what she PERCEIVES to be. Remember that. Always remember that.
Lastly, don't make every gift about "earned." Gifts are gifts, they are not earned. You give gifts because you love the recipient, not because they earned it. Earn = reward or wage, not gift. She asks for a gift and you answer with , "sure, I will pay you a wage." I am not saying to give her everything she wants, but you need to make your answer Yes or no" not "we'll see." She needs as much structure as you can give. Set the rules and demand she meet them. When she balks remind her that each place has its own rules (e.g., school, church, grandma's, Dad's, Mom's.) It is normal that different places have different rules.
While her HA parent is teaching her that love can be bought, you are teaching her that love can be EARNED. You need to parent her in a manner that basically ignores the parenting your ex is doing. In other words, draw your line in the sand and refuse to be pushed over that line. Let her find you no farther away emtionally than when she last saw you. Your daughter needs you to be as stable and dependable as you possibly can be. But never forget to show your love.