Name changed and hoping no one recognises me in RL.
My husband is a wonderful, hands-on Father. He has a good job, is handsome and the life and soul of any party. For the most part we have a happy marriage and my kids have a lovely life. For the most part I think I am blessed.
He has a terrible temper that he surprises me with every 4 months or so. Usually it is sparked by something silly and usually it amounts to just shouting at me- nasty hurtful shouting. A few times over the years it has amounted to physical violence. The first time I slapped him across the face to shock him into stopping the name calling and shouting. He 'slapped' me back with the heel of his hand and I have a clicky jaw to this day. I never slapped him again.
For the most part the kids are never party to any of this. About a year ago they were there when we had a horrible shouty row about God knows what. My Son (8) was disraught and asked me to promise not to leave Daddy. I promised him that I never would. My Husband apologised to us all and explained that 'sometimes adults say horrible things that they don't mean'...
Last night the kids were getting ready to go in the bath. I asked my Son to come and get some bubble bath to take to his Dad who was running the bath. My Son was mucking around teasing his Sister with the bubble bath, spun round and bashed her into the door frame causing her to bump her temple. Cue screaming from her, I didn't mean it from him and 'I am SICK of you bullying your Sister' (he doesn't) from Husband. Son pushed into his room, door slammed.
I went in to see him (Husband comforting Daughter), he has a slap mark on his bum. I cuddle him, he says how he didn't mean it...I go and get a cold flannel to put on his bum. Put flannel on his bum, then go back to cool it down again. Husband in the meantime has gone into his room and is whispering to him about how sorry he is but that he has to stop teasing his Sister. 'Daddy was angry, I'm sorry' etc. He sees me, glares at me and snatches the flannel out of my hand 'go away, I'm sorting him out'. I say 'how dare you tell me to go away'. 'Go away and mind your own business'. I say 'My child is upset and has a hand mark on his bum, it IS my business'.
My Husband flew into a rage, grabbed me by my arms and ran with me acroos the landing and threw me on the bed. All the time shouting and hissing words that I couldn't hear. I was screaming, the kids were screaming. He slammed the door and walked out leaving me there. I could hear him putting the kids in the bath and got myself up thinking 'there is no way you are carrying on like nothing has happened' (he never apologised, sometimes says 'I was angry' at most then we go on as normal) I pushed open the bathroom door- he pushed it back at me saying 'do you mind?' looking at me like I am a piece of dirt. I ignore him and go in and join in bathing the kids, get them dried, in jammies and down to Children in Need.
My Son is shuddering in tears saying over and over again 'Mummy, just forget about it'. I say to my Husband 'I am not having my Children thinking that this is normal behaviour. You have crossed a line tonight'. He laughs and says 'you're a fruit loop' I ignore him and pour a glass of wine. He notices and says 'You're an alcoholic like your Father'. This is one of his favourite put-downs. I'm not and neither is my lovely, lovely Dad who thinks of this tosser as a Son and would be heartbroken.
I don't remember much else, snide whispers while we're trying to pretend we are watching the show. Him noticing the bruise that is developing on my arm that i am rubbing and says 'so what, you bruise easily' My Son still saying 'forget about it, leave it'. Both kids were cuddling him on his lap, he sat there wearing them like trophies while I sat on my own. I know the kids were doing this because they were scared, I don't feel like they were rejecting me.
At some point the kids went to bed, believing I hope that everything was ok, daddy apolgised to everyone for his behaviour. He came back down and noticed my arms. They are a mess. I cry myself to sleep.
I had a really restless night as I am sore all over. My back is sore but I can't lie on either side because my arms are so sore. The bruises today are horrendous. I was at work this morning and was relieved that my uniform sleeves cover tha worst ones on my upper arms. My forearm is very bruised and swollen from where he caught me on the door frame going into the room. I am a Radiographer and unfortunately it is my 'scanning arm' that is worst. Work today was agony. My colleagues all gasped when I told them that I was thrown by a neighbours horse and told me I'd had a lucky escape.
He has been very apologetic and said that he scared himself when he saw what he did. He said that he was ashamed for marking our Son and that sparked his rage at me. He has promised me that he will never lay a hand on me again.
I can't believe him, this was the worst time but not the first. I don't know why I'm telling my story here. I wont leave him. My kids Love him and I don't want to ruin their life. I wont. He is such a hands on Dad, he's as much of a Mummy to them really as I am...For the first time in my life I regret my beautiful children. if I didn't have them I would go. I wish I'd gone long ago.
Thank you if you have read this and apoplogies if I don't reply, I might not come back to the board. I don't deserve the same board space as you brave, brave Women. XXX