Why is this so fucking hard? I can cope with the parenting part. The working part. The loneliness. But why does he still try to control me? Why is he still bullying me? Why is he unable to see what a prick he's been for the last 10 years?
He damn near broke me. It took me 6 years to escape. 6 years of hell. I'm almost finished with the freedom programme. It has made me so so angry at him. But he is telling me that he is going to see the children 5 days a week for forever. And I'm not allowed to have any extra time with them at all.
I don't know what I want. But I'm sat here in tears because he's laughed in my face tonight for 'pretending he abused me'. I lost my temper in front of the kids so now I'm feeling guilty about that. I still feel like I've made it all up because he never actually hit me. Nobody believes me. Not even my mum really.
I'm just alone. And he's able to move on and look like the perfect parent and like he's the wounded party in all this because he did so much for me and I refused to even try and work it out