I'm afraid, Busy, this isn't going to change until you stop believing in what he says, and start believing in what you know.
I am quite happy to admit that until I saw my solicitor, I also believed in what my STBXH said so I'm not giving you a bollocking, I'm just trying to pass on a bit of what I've experienced:
- I'm learning there's quite a bit he's plain fucking wrong about - but yes, I'm undoing years of taking him at face-value.
- I used to panic, my fears would head off into orbit, I used to stress about what 'might' happen, I used to make assumptions about my entitlements in divorce. I didn't really believe my solicitor until the first court action by the way!
- The plus side of believing him is that it set my 'expectations' very low.
Now I'm a little way into the court process, I realise that if I continued to take his threats seriously, and feared the stress and cost of litigation, then I would end up very badly off further down the road, for essentially a quiet time now, when I was so sad and vulnerable.
I only used to have calm days (in the early months) after seeing my solicitor, and then the anxiety and stress would creep up again.
Things you CAN do now:
- You can do 'No Contact Contact' where you hand baby over and remove yourself to a safe distance away, where you can still keep an eye out for baby, but not be in communicable distance.
- Remind yourself: he fucked off, so he can just fuck off.
- I know it's hard, you want answers, but you can choose to let him get inside your head, or you can choose to say 'when you left you fucked off with your perceived rights to tell me what to do, say and think'.
I can tell these days when someone is still being manipulated and under the control of a shit, because every sentence contains the word 'he'.
When you start to assert yourself, regain your confidence, believe in yourself, sentences contain the word 'I' and don't 'defend' their position so much, and don't deny any accusations.
Take for example:
He went mad about me sending a text message as I was meant to be paying attention to him. He even got cross about where I parked...
I thought 'what a prick' when he tried to have a go about me doing my own thing. I thought, "you know what, when you fucked off, you fucked off" Get over it mate - I make my own decisions these days. And as for your thoughts on my parking, they can fuck off too.
See?
He can't fuck with your head if you don't give him airtime.