@EnthusiasmIsDisturbed
OMG yes!!!
He has been consistently seen as poor OH-
Poor man has to put up with her (I was several grades higher than him at work in a confrontational role that in no way reflected my personal relationship style)
He is so nice, but she is a bitch (i dont care if you dont like me, I have friends, I might not like you) it isn't a popularity contest.
He has to do housework you know! (Because he always insisted on doing the washing up "properly"after I had done it, even when I tested him by putting unused plates on the drying rack)
She cant cook you know (I cooked, we agreed what we were having and I cooked it. He wasnt hungry once it was finished)
His ex ran his baths, why cant you? (Because I am responsible for all of the Bills, childcare and absolutely everything else and I am not his ex)
all diabetics have hypos ( whenever I want to go out with friends/work/attend therapy)
it doesn't matter that his 2 diabetic children have been pissed on by him when hypo; seen more ambulances at our house than any child should see; and have been put in to hypos themselves by him injecting them whilst he is hypo. These were accidents, all diabetics have them dont you know.
Poor man was suicidal when he cut up his upper outer arm with a Stanley blade ( in his daughters bed and left the blood there for her to see)
Poor man wanted his family back (when he stalked me throughout the non mol and sent a letter with my daughter on her 8th birthday, saying he was dying of cancer, he wasnt)
This man never ever hit me and I thought he was a fuckwit, not an abuser. Until I left him and he violently and repeatedly raped me, once with my 3yo in the bed.
There needs to be more threads and TV programmes about EXACTLY this type of control, because even survivors apparently cant see it.
It doesn't matter whether people expressing opinions here disagree, I worry about the silent ones who read these threads feel about their lives, because I thought mine was just toxic boy child too.
Didn't mean to rant, just hard learnt realisations...and rest