Was supposed to be going out for a meal tonight to ‘celebrate’ DP’s 29th birthday. Just him, me and DS (11 months).
Once again, the evening was ruined because his pure lack of respect for me, the way he spoke to me was vile and we didn’t even make it to the restaurant. He called me every name you could think up, and also told me the only reason we’re together is so he can see DS everyday. At that, I packed and left and I’m currently staying on my dads sofa with DS in a travel cot.
For the last 3 years, I have bent over backwards for this man, driven him to work and back, driven the 30 mile round trip 3 times a week to collect SDS and take him to school, he never cooked a meal and any time he cleaned he acted as though he’d done the greatest thing known to mankind. He would wash the pots then throw in my face ‘you couldn’t even be bothered to wash up because you’re a fat lazy bitch’.
He got up with our son so I could work 4 mornings a week in a crappy cleaning job but refused to have him for an hour at the weekend while I complete my degree coursework because ‘he’s done his bit’.
All the above is just the tip of the iceberg which includes SS, DV, assault, control, isolation, alcoholism, drugs.
So please mumsnet, can anyone tell me why I still want to go back?! He’s text to say he wants us to be a happy family, that he’s willing to fight for us and this is his ‘wake up call’...
What do I do?!