I have kicked him out over a month ago. Well, the police did.
He promised (again) to change and he’s sorry and he’ll do loads of courses. A week later and he starts going back his old self.
I’ve made up my mind totally that it’s over. It’s just so hard. My poor, poor children. Imagine how they must feel too.
I’m getting us therapy ASAP. Mine starts tomorrow and the children’s I’m not sure when. But I’ll ensure it’s soon.
I am dreading the day he has contact with them on his own.
I have been with him for years to protect them. So I thought. I have had two nightS out in 7 years. Because I can’t leave him with them. He’s mean to them. Hurts them. Or he is so engrossed in a project that he completely ignores them. He’s also been taking weed. He’s nicked my 4 sleeping pills the DR gave me for just one nights sleep. He’s taken all my propanalol too. And drugs test I made him take showed opioids which he said was co codamol.
I can’t recall the number of times I’ve been called a cunt. A piece of shit. A fucking idiot. A fucking retard. He told me if I leave he’ll stop paying mortgage. He said police won’t believe anything because he’s in the masons and I’ll be wasting their time. And if I call 999 again I’ll be done for wasting police time. He once screamed at a man (who had wrongly parked in mother and baby space) that he hopes he fucking does of cancer.
I might add he totally slandered his ex wife, so I’m beginning to think she suffered similar.
Once he almost got done for man slaughter when he got kicked out of a club and kicked off and the security guy had a heart attack.
He teases animals to the point they’re frightened and avoid him.
When I’ve tried to have time away I get questioned and accused. And any slight hint of discrepancy is turned into a big drama. So I just haven’t bothered to go out.
I think it stems from childhood because although well to do, his parents aren’t emotionally mature or responsible. His dad bullies him. Shouts at him over trivial stuff. Even as an adult. They hate me because I’ve stood up to them and made STBXH do the same.
The breaking point for me was a few weeks ago, I told him again how down I felt. He dismissed it. Because he was more depressed than I am and his problems are worse. Then later that day came home in a foul mood almost crying because his mum is down in the bloody dumps. Honestly. This sadness for his mother went in for days. Never mind my feelings hey.
But, he says this rage he feels towards me if my fault. I wind him up. And the resentment is because I don’t let him see kids on his own (I have done when it’s been safe to do so, when he’s in a good mood or promises to actual care for them). And this is also the reason everyone hates me and I have no friends (I do).
How will this man he able to have unsupervised access to children is beyond me.
I know I sound crazy waffling on. It helps getting it off my chest Sorry x