eSCAPEGOAT: Unveiling Tragedy, Resilience, and Healing - A Sneak Peek into a Captivating Memoir

eSCAPEGOAT: Unveiling Tragedy, Resilience, and Healing - A Sneak Peek into a Captivating Memoir

Continuing the narrative, my father was the solitary male survivor among six siblings, a testament to the resilience of our family. His roots trace back to Montreal, a city that cradled his parents as well. His youngest sister, Linda, bore the unique bond of being a twin. However, tragedy struck early, claiming the life of her twin at just 16 days old. A life so brief, that they never even had the chance to behold his presence.


My family tree has been marked by both the joy of survival and the anguish of loss. My grandfather, a stalwart of our lineage, passed away in 2022. Now, the only remaining member of that generation is my eldest aunt. 


Tragedy again touched our family with my Aunt Karen's untimely death from cancer. My mother often suggested Karen was a “lesbian”, suspecting that her "best friend," who tragically committed suicide while hunting, was actually her lover. Given the era and societal norms, it's possible their relationship was clandestine, although, knowing the kindness of my family, I struggle to believe they would not have accepted her. 


Before my parents met, my grandmother succumbed to a brain aneurysm at the age of 47. My Aunt Barbara's life was cut short in an even more horrendous manner; she was murdered in her own backyard. Her husband was accused and underwent three separate murder trials. The first resulted in a hung jury, the second in a guilty verdict, and the third, a retrial, astonishingly acquitted him. This case remains cold, and the eleven-year ordeal tore our family apart. My grandfather, demonstrating an unimaginable strength, attended every day of the trials. His longevity still astounds me; he lived to the ripe age of 94.


Aunt Linda, the youngest and a twin, had her life abruptly ended by pancreatic cancer shortly after diagnosis. As for my father, he fell victim to lung cancer, a grim gift from his years of labour in the chemical plants of Sarnia, Ontario, in the heart of Chemical Valley.


In the midst of these family tragedies, I found myself thrust into the legal spotlight. I was called to testify and all three of the murder trials related to Aunt Barbara’s death, a task that was incredibly challenging. At that time, I was wrestling with my own demons; a debilitating illness and a vicious, fentanyl addiction, which made the experience all the more harrowing. In a colder sense of injustice, the man who had been the prime suspect walked free, and we were left grappling with the harsh reality of a justice system that had failed us. 




This experience left me with a profound distrust of law enforcement and the legal system, particularly when it comes to issues of domestic violence. After witnessing the shortcomings of the system first-hand, it's difficult for me to place my faith in those who are supposed to protect us. 


This chapter of my life didn't just leave me with a bitter taste, it left me questioning the very institutions we are taught to trust. It was a challenging period, one that left an indelible mark on my life story.


I want to clarify that my account is not about casting aspersions or stirring controversy. Rather, it's about highlighting the heart-wrenching unfairness of it all. My cousins, Barbara's daughters, were left motherless and without answers. They've had to endure the relentless questioning of their father's involvement in their mother's death. This is a heavy burden for anyone, let alone the grieving daughters of a murder victim. Regardless of our personal beliefs about his guilt or innocence, the fact remains that they've been dealt an incredibly painful hand. These remarkable women have been rocks, and support systems through the trials and the writing of this book. Their strength and resilience serve as constant reminders of the enduring spirit of our family.


The resilience of our family is unmistakably embodied in my cousins, Barbara's daughters. The eldest has carved out a fulfilling life for herself. She's happily married, has a rewarding career as a nurse, and is the proud mother to her only son. 


The youngest also found her path. She's married and has settled in the serene landscapes of British Columbia, where she devotes her professional life to helping others as a child psychologist. 


These remarkable women are living proof of our ability to break away from the generational cycles that have held us captive. Their achievements are not just a testament to their individual strength, but a beacon of hope for our family's future. Their stories add another chapter to our family narrative, demonstrating that even in the face of adversity, we can forge our own paths and redefine our destinies.


The Buckingham family, my lineage, is notoriously plagued with anxiety. After years of introspection and personal growth, it's clear to me that somewhere in our family tree, narcissism took root. However, identifying the source is a challenge. I wasn't there to witness their upbringing, and appearances can be deceiving, especially when everyone always seems so congenial. 


My journey towards understanding narcissism and recovering from its impact has been enlightening. It's prompted me to delve deeper into our family history, to seek out potential explanations for the persistent generational trauma and anxiety that has become our unwanted inheritance. This anxiety, a seemingly indelible part of our family’s fabric, is being passed down, impacting not only my generation but also the generations to follow, including my own children. 


Investigating the origins of these issues is not just about assigning blame or dredging up the past—it's about understanding and breaking harmful patterns, to help ensure a healthier, happier future for the Buckingham lineage.


Our family's struggle with anxiety is no mild affliction; it's a debilitating force that has manifested in dramatic ways. Take my Aunt Linda, for instance. She was in the throes of labour, yet her fear of elevators was so intense that she chose to walk all the way up to the sixth floor. This was no small feat, especially considering her substantial build.


My father's anxiety took the form of an acute needle phobia. It was so severe that he would opt for dental procedures without the use of needles. Even when he was in a palliative state, nearing the end of his life, he remained resolute in his refusal of needles. His mind would conjure up vivid, unsettling images of the needle piercing his skin and the medicine coursing through his veins. 


It's perplexing to pinpoint the root cause of this intense anxiety, especially considering the warmth and love that characterizes our family. However, I've observed a common pattern. As we reach our 40s, many of us experience a spiritual awakening or a midlife crisis. It's a turning point when we realize changes need to be made in our lives, prompting us to either adjust our paths or, for some, to lose our way. This critical juncture seems to be a universal milestone in our family's narrative.


It's intriguing to note the patterns in the women my father was drawn to, many of whom exhibited narcissistic traits or, as in my mother's case, signs of borderline personality disorder. My father had a remarkable ability to see the best in people, often to his detriment. He would overlook the mistreatment he received from the women he chose to be with, seemingly oblivious to their manipulative tactics.


My mother held a special place in his heart. Despite her ability to control and manipulate him to her advantage, he remained deeply in love with her. After their relationship ended, he began seeing a woman who was in the process of leaving her husband. This relationship lasted for years, despite her apparent disdain for me and my sister.


This period was a challenging time for my dad. He fell into unhealthy habits, drinking excessively and gaining weight. Eventually, he discovered that this woman was having an affair with his best friend. The betrayal shattered him.


I stepped in, nursing him back to health, and during this process, we discovered he was diabetic. I helped him adopt a healthier diet, leading to significant weight loss. As he began to regain his health and self-esteem, he met another woman. On the surface, she seemed very nice, but I quickly noticed signs of hidden narcissism. My sister and I were the only ones who could see through her façade.


My father's relationships and the challenges he faced not only shaped him but also left a significant impact on our family dynamics. These experiences form another complex layer in the tapestry of our family's story.


My father had a soft spot for the underdog and an innocence about the potential of human nature. This often left him vulnerable to the manipulations of others. He was a gentle soul who struggled to see the harm people could inflict. Eventually, he saw the reality of the harmful behaviours my sister and I had already experienced. This realization prompted him to make changes in his life, but his newfound strength wavered when he fell ill. In his vulnerability, he turned to the very person he had distanced himself from.


Throughout this tumultuous journey, I found solace in journaling. This practice became my lifeline, providing a tangible record of my thoughts, experiences, and my father's wishes. After enduring 42 years of narcissistic relationships, these journals serve as a testament to my truth, a defence against the gaslighting that can distort one's perception of reality.


My recordings and journals hold precious moments and truths shared between my father and me, intimate memories that remain private, known only to us. These documented experiences have gifted me the freedom to pen this narrative, my authentic truth. The phrase "I told you so" has lost its relevance in the wake of the losses our family has endured. What matters now is the preservation and sharing of our family's story, as raw and real as it is.


The gift of intuition, a precious heirloom passed down from my Nanny, runs deep in my veins. I grew up with my mother's spiritual beliefs and her fear of bad omens. For 42 years, I tried to refute her beliefs, opting for a scientific perspective instead. But life, with its myriad twists and turns, has taught me otherwise. 


I have come to recognize the profound connections that exist - connections with numbers, connections with the unseen world, and connections with miracles. These connections, I've learned, are all rooted in love. This recognition is a generational cycle I have no intention of breaking. 


I am determined to continue practicing what my Nanny taught me. Her teachings have been my guiding light through the chaos, my life raft in the tumultuous sea of life's trials. It's these teachings, these spiritual connections, that have given me the strength and resilience to navigate through all the 'bullshit', as I like to call it. This spiritual thread weaves through my life, adding a touch of the mystical to the tapestry of our family's story.


As I pen this memoir, I'm preparing to unravel another chapter - the journey of my partner upon my realization of him being another narcissist in my life. This revelation is a game-changer, a shift in our dynamics as I start to recognize my self-worth.”



My decision to publicly share my life story serves as both a personal catharsis and an unorthodox intervention. However, it is important to acknowledge that by doing so, legal consequences may arise. Despite this, I remain uncertain if he truly comprehends the gravity of his actions. As I continue to educate myself, undergo therapy, and delve deeper into my experiences, I will document my journey in real-time. It is through this process that I have come to realize the extent of the abuse I have endured, often hidden in plain sight without even recognizing it myself. It is crucial for others to understand that women can become trapped in such situations, and we should refrain from simply asking why they didn't "just leave."


In addition, I have enlisted the expertise of a film editor to compile my video journals spanning a decade. Through this project, my aim is to support and empower others on their mental health journeys. I have personally experienced significant growth by rejecting diet culture and prioritizing my mental well-being. It is crucial that we come together as a community and utilize the available resources to uplift and encourage one another. Let us unite against negativity and foster a positive and supportive environment.

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