Morning all. Am not doing so good today. [bsad] Warning: long rant ahead.
NSDH came to pick up DS2 this morning as usual. I'd asked him to bring DS1's E45 cream but he couldn't find it. Instead, he brought the whole baby box full of medicines and toiletries, handing it to me saying 'you might as well have this here, we need to start clearing your stuff out anyway'. Dig number 1 (he's already mentioned clearing my stuff out this week on text).
He is having a party for DS2 today. DS1 goes to football on a Saturday morning, so I started saying 'So I'll bring DS1 up after football...' but he just talked over the top of me: 'I'll drop DS2 off this evening at 5.30pm, ok?' I said: what about DS1, do you not want me to bring him up? NSDH said 'It's up to you, what do you want to do.' Dig number 2.
This reeeeally pissed me off. He's trying to make out that I am in some way stopping DS1 from going up and seeing them all. He did this on Tuesday eve as well, on DS2's birthday, talking about me dropping off DS2 and making no mention of DS1, so then I have to ask, and he gets to be all 'it's up to you', as if it's me making a big deal about it.
I'll hold my hands up. I didn't handle this well. I was up 4 times with DS2 last night (as I have been every night for about two weeks). I am still smarting after the 'discussions' we've had this week. So when he said 'It's up to you' I rolled my eyes and huffed. When NSDH asked why I was being like that, I said 'Because you are being a bit of an arse.' [bblush] And then I saw that I'd played right into his hands. He gave a little smile and immediately said, no, it's you that's an arsehole, and more or less drove off there and then.
Then the texts. Txtd me saying I was out of order, I was attacking him again. I responded saying it was as simple as: do you want DS1 to come up or not. His response said he wasn't going to tell me what to do with DS2, I'd made it clear [how???] that it was up to me. Told me my double standards are the problem, said I was just looking for an argument and he wasn't 'falling for it again'.
(He used to say this kind of thing a lot, tell me could see what games I was playing, and that I wouldn't win.)
I just said fine, I'll bring him up, he responded that's fine. Then I burst into hysterical tears (on my own in the flat by now). I cried and cried. How can he be like this? After everything he's done to me? How can he sleep at night???
And then, the kicker: he texted saying: 'No apology from you then?' I was so down, so hysterical, so on the floor that I actually texted back 'I'm sorry' on a numb autopilot. Nothing from him since then, obviously.
I know I'm not dealing with this well. His abusiveness has moved from overt physical threatening and verbal abuse, into much more subtle underhand and undermining abuse that's more difficult for an outsider to see. He's trying really hard to set this up as me being the problem, I can totally see it, and he's doing a good job. I don't know what to do. I know I need to stay calm and stop getting riled up in front of him, as it's just playing into his web. I can see the next stage is going to be him trying to turn the girls against me, or saying that I can't see them.
And I'm crying again because I can't see how I have any choice but to go down the official divorce line now. I don't want to. But I think I have to. And he's going to be a nightmare, he'll be just awful, I know it. It's nothing but upset ahead.
I am one very [bsad] little Scottish person today.