Right, this may be a long one, hold on to your seats! So I’ve really no one I can turn to at this point as the last year has been so utterly atrocious in my marriage (and life full stop) that I just can’t keep burdening people.
Background: husband and I both in late thirties, together since uni, marriage idealised by friends, he had an awful childhood (abuse, social services etc) and has sever OCD, along with many other mental health issues, DD 3yo.
So basically, I’m at the point where I feel through the last, maybe 6 years, his mental health issues have meant I have bent over backawards to make sure he’s ok at all times, which looking back has enabled some of his negative behaviours. But recently his negativity has just been weeping into my soul and I just can’t take it anymore. I’ve done a lot of reading on emotional abuse and literally the only thing that stops me saying YOURE AN ABUSIVE ARSE is his mental health. However, I’ve just read about how the two things, mental health and emotional abuse (abuse of any kind) should be treated completely separately, which has knocked me sideways. It’s basically said that it’s a choice and he’s chosen to treat me the way he does (true). A few examples of this: I spent 6 hours decorating today (not being able to interact with him or DD because I was ‘dirty’) and when I’d finished he started shouting and swearing at me in front of DD about the ‘mess’ saying it’s a lack of respect for how he feels and how I’m ‘fucking disgusting’. I’m just done with this now I think. I understand he’s not thinking logically but I can’t be the punching bag for his illogical thoughts, and neither can our DD grow up thinking someone who says they love you can talk to you like that. Other issues; he has mass fear about FOURTH hand smoke (eg won’t let DD spend more than a couple of hours with my paarents who are amazing because they smoked in their house until 4 years ago- they stopped as soon as I asked them to when pregnant. When we had DS he wouldn’t let me cook and wouldn’t cook because of the OCD so we lived off of co op sandwiches for a week. DD not aloud in the garden because it’s ‘unsafe’. At Easter last year he became very close to being an alcoholic, when I confronted him he said he would kill himself so I had him sectioned but he basically blames me for this, even now, saying that I pushed him to it. God, the list could go on and on. Oh ffs! I 100% cannot afford to go it alone and back in June I reached this point (after he was abusing alcohol) and said that’s it, we share a house and DD but we leave each other alone and he begged and pleaded and here we are. Wtf am I supposed to do? I’m so done. Getting upset now, thanks for listening if anyone’s there! X