Wasting his money on food for the children
What about wasting all the tax credit money on his boozing.
The tax credits should be paid into the bank account of the main carer. Thats you.
I think he is using financial abuse as well to keep you in your place.
Now then, yesterday I spent the whole day sorting out stuff for a car boot sale today, so dp took the boys out to the park and then to my mums for the afternoon to pick up some boot stuff for her too.
This morning I got up at 5.50, got home from the car boot sale at 3pm absolutely knackered from lack of sleep, carting stuff around and standing for hours. As soon as I rang to say I was on my way home he said 'I'll take them out then you can have a rest when you get in'.
Got home the slow cooker was on, everyone out. I lay on the sofa with umpteen mugs of tea lined up. They got home 2 hours later with bits of weeds (flowers!) for me, dp told them to be good cos mummy was tired. Then he made the tea and here I am on mumsnet while he baths them.
For several hours he has listened to my tales of all the silly customers I had and what I sold......
Rewind a lot of years and my typical weekend was (actual incidents made into composite weekend)
Sat, get up at 7, go to work, get home at 2, dp shouts abuse because he is going to football training and I haven't made him any lunch before he goes.
Sat night he'd go out with the boys then show himself up being all drunk and shouty in the street when he got home. If we went anywhere together I'd think we had a good time then on the way home he'd start going on about how I showed him up.
Sunday I'd wash clean, iron, catch up on stuff, he would moan about boring sundays. I'd do the roast he insisted on every sunday then he'd throw a wobbler because, in our kitchen diner, there would be dirty dishes and cooking utensils in his sight (from cooking the farking meal) while he was eating.
He would usually tell me I'd have to wash up because he'd had to force himself to eat my crap.
If I talked about anything he'd tell me to shut the fuck up wittering on about rubbish.
That was my life and now I have a completely different one. All down to the behaviour of the other adult in my home.
Now I don't want to make you cry, I just want to tell you that clams' life is normal in a relationship with mutual love and RESPECT as the basis for it.
(ALthough the ironing while watching the football, even I am of that!
Sounds like they're in bed now I have to go read a story.