I am nearing the finishing line where one day I will finally have the strength to say enough is enough. This thread is kind of a message to myself. been writing it in my head for months.
As the title of this thread goes ...
- Tonight - Got interrogated and heard 'fucking/stupid bitch' about the fact I had left a tshirt and washing basket on the bed. Why was it there. Is it clean? Is it dirty? It was his t shirt.
- Last night I got home from work at 6.45pm made dinner for 2 DCs (too late I know) (dh and kids pick me up from work) bathed dd2, got both ready for bed, made our dinner, bf dd then finally ate at 9.30pm. Complaints about eating late again and it was the reason i was a fat cow and he was a fat cunt. All the while DH was 'researching' Xbox ones on the computer. He is meant to be the sahp at the moment.
- On Sunday I was about to hang out washing even though DH had mentioned an hour earlier he was going to mow the lawn. He said 'you can't do that I'm mowing the lawn' I asked when he was going to start and he called me a cunt. He was researching Xbox one.
- Saturday. Got called a fucking cunt. Can't remember why. He tried to hug me later.
I know these are all small things but they build up and up. I know he would accuse me of stonewalling and being uncommunicative - but when you are never sure what the right thing is to say it's easier to say nothing. He can talk for hours about feelings and emotions and being 'philosophical' but I don't think that always extends to me or the DCs. When I had PND and stress of moving house a year ago I took ADs and he called me a quitter and I was 'smacked out' whenever i did something wrong. i was only on 20mg ffs. He was very depressed in his late 20s but he wears that like a badge of honour.
On a recent holiday with friends one had to leave the room because he couldn't stand hearing any longer how everything was always my fault. Which is exactly how it feels constantly.
Sorry this isn't very coherent but on iPhone in bed with DD but I am tired of 'forgetting' these incidences. I need to log them not forget. There are many many more incidences like these and there have been punch holes in doors, and DS has been called a 'fucking little bastard'. Many times. Or 'shut the fuck up'. DS has ASD.
And he is always tired. So very tired. (Well that's likely when you stay up until 3am on Xbox and you know you have to get up at 6.30am with kids).
I don't know what I should do next.