Have namechanged. And long, sorry
Me and DH had a horrible night I am feeling wobbly and confused.
Background:
We've been together 17 years - got together at quite a young age (although I had managed to squeeze in quite a lot few boyfriends first
. We have two DCs - 3&6.
Since having first DC, things have been strained. This is mostly to do with historical issues that DH has from his childhood (and adulthood) that have never been resolved. His father is a gambler/womaniser who managed to lose family home / family business at the card table,sleep around, swan about like the big I Am whilst DH's mother kept her head down and cooked tea for everyone. His father would go away 'on business' for months at a time and come home either flush or skint, but always to a hero's welcome. My DH was often roped into knowing 'secrets' that he would rather not know about - scams/other women, and was also a victim of his father's habbit - haivng his childhood piggy bank smashed open all the time etc. DH's mother has never raised her voice to her H, won't hear a bad word (even when he forged documents and stole money from both his sons bank accounts to gamble) and they are still married. DH's father is always going on about 'family' and 'blood' and she likes to quote 'for better for worse...'
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Consequently DH grew up with a very twisted view on love and marraige.
DH has really broken the mould - running a successful business, being a good father and husband and hating gambling and infidelity :)
From time to time the fallout of his childhood has caused problems in our marriage but I accept this although have tried for years to get DH to go for counselling. He won't as he sees this as a sign of weakness (ridiculous) and pointless as you can't change your family or the past. However as soon as we had our first child, DH's issues really started to surface. When we met, we both used to go out clubbing and stuff. We both used drugs in our early twenties but I was over it by 25 and whilst DH pretty much stopped too, he would 'binge' every now and then. As soon as I was pregant he made a vow of 'no more' and has never broken it. What he did instead was start to drink. Not a lot - just two or three beers a night but this is enough to make him mildly spiteful and unpleasant (he is usually gentle and kind). And then every now and then, he would drink a bit too much whilst in the wrong mood - or under great pressure from work - and he would blow, with me being the victim (verbal, shouty, unkind, angry but not physical). I am quite volatile myself but have learned on these occasions to take a submissive role rather than agravate things further. We have talked round and round this issue and he admits that he has 'addictive tendancies' but says he will stop in his own time. Now normally, I would say 'yeah right' but I've seen him do it before (with drugs) and again 10 years before that with smoking - no pathches/hypnosis etc, just one day he said 'I'm done with smoking' and he was.
I have had a few problems myself of late - family illness etc, so have been quite snappy I know. Last night he had a couple of beers and made some sarcastic comment about 'competitive illness' and I just snapped. I was awful and there is no excuse for what I did. I screamed at him that he didn't have the monopoly on problems, I told him that he was a shit father and husband, that I was sick of being with someone who can't control their drinking, that he was being no better a role model than his father and I told him I wished he would fuck off. I slapped him round the face and I punched him full whack in the shoulder. He restrained me and then went out.
He came back an hour later (having had a few more drinks) and screamed at me that I was a bitch and I ended up hitting him again. This time he pushed me and I fell over. He said 'good' and stomped upstairs to the spare bedroom and went to sleep.
This morning we are both completely shell shocked. I have apologised and he has said he is 'confused'. He is horrified that he could have pushed me and that I could have hit him. In all our years together, nothing like this has ever happened.
I asked him what he was feeling and he said he loved me but didn't know where to go from here. I feel the same. Thank god the DC's slept through it (although the neighbours will probably never look me in the eye again).
Anyway, again I raised the issue of therapy/relate and met with a brick wall. It's not going to happen.
So my very very very longwinded epic post is leading to one question. Is there any point in me going to relate alone?
And if you've got this far, then thank you.