Thank you, I needed to walk.
Yes MsBoogie, very much that..
My little family went through hell. And in many ways we are in a very different place and a lot of it has been with the support of MN, for which I am deeply grateful.
It is personal issues, from childhood through to the end of my marriage before my Ex walked out. I didn't much think about what was 'happening' to me except that I was so deeply unhappy. A kind of insidious emotional abuse that kept me and my DS off footed and nearly pushed my DS into a bad place.
I have spent a lot of time investing in him, getting him back on track, as he so so deserved.
So though it is 16 months since Ex left I am in a strange place.
So the details of what I went through sort of got hazy. But if I stop, and give an example, which I have pushed and pushed away, is that on the night my daughter was conceived, I said no, he was drunk, not ragingly so, but not enough to listen. He was very heavy with being drunk. Does that make sense? Like he was more 'dense' in weight from not having full control, and he smelt strongly of beer, I didn't want to but he just didn't hear. So you just lie there.
Fall asleep sometimes still inside, not from the loving closeness, but drunk and snoring. Lying there feeling nothing. Lots and lots of nothing. What am I?... this man proclaimed to love me more than life itself.
The overwhelming cries on here to protect children and their emotional well being makes something scream inside for my 'inner child' because huge chunks of my childhood were just shit. And I was told over and over where I stood with my Fathers 'love'. He still does it but I am learning.
My counsellor has asked me to write post it notes of stuff that happened for a project to help separate issues and deal with them, but there is so so much. by the time I get to my teens alone I want to just run and hide.
I can distinguish between the normal crap that life throws at you. My first 'proper' boyfriend broke my heart but in a normal OK way, he didn't fuck with my head or play emotional games. I have a couple of memories like that. Normal trials of life... but the other stuff 
. I don't know where to put it all.
If I think of it happening to my DC's I want to smash things and move heaven and earth to protect them, make things as OK as a Mum can, but so often not only did my parents not do that, but especially my Dad was actually creating stuff that was more harmful than good. But he thinks he was right. I wouldn't even dream of saying some of the stuff to my DC's that he said to me. It makes you so small and invisible.
And then I married the man who carried on his work, funny, capable of kindness but the flip side of the coin, equally so of cruelty.
40 odd years of my life being on an emotional roller coaster and I don't know how to get off properly because I am just fucking lost.
Ex says it is my fault his relationship with our DC is suffering because he isn't back in the family home and can't engage with him properly and a small part of my brain says that is crap and wrong but the guilt just sits so heavily, it must be my fault because I am crap.
DS is being bullied and I tried to get him to take a part in picking up DS's pieces, because if I don't he says I am blocking him from their lives by not involving him in decisions about their wellbeing. So I try and he throws that at me.... 'how can I help when I am not here?'
Is he right because I DON'T KNOW?
You see this is what happens, there's a trigger, a thread about something and its like it all just boils over and I feel like I am drowning, I want to be more than the sum total of the worst of my life's experiences, but at the moment I don't know how to leave the scacbs alone. If I didn't have the DC's to balance me, I think I would just quit. My soul is tired.
I'm sorry, too much for too long.