I can't begin to adequately express the weirdness that happened on the final day of my Ex being with me, as I drove him up the motorway to the airport .
He started asking me why I had not ‘had a drink with him’ the previous night. (he meant had sex with him) he asked over and over about it, ‘Why didn't you have a drink with me last night?’ “You should have had a drink with me, really you should have done”
Then he started saying about my having decided to go for an old/older man next time.
Then he got nasty saying that I shouldn’t ever have put his stuff in bin bags and told him to leave the house, that my treatment of him was horrible and that no-one else would put up with me.
Then he got sad – all the years we have been together, how I will miss my son blah blah (the son he is PROUD to have never, ever changed a nappy for)
Then he got desperate again and went back to the having a drink with him business.
I told him in the end that I could see what he was doing, gaslighting, emotional blackmail and threatening behaviour and to pack it in, cos I was well ahead of him on this and it wouldn't work. I also told him that if he didn't fancy getting deposited on the hard shoulder that perhaps the best option for him was silence.
Abuse is borne of weakness and insecurity, not power and strength. When they sense they are losing their victim they go into total meltdown panic and want to drag you into it too.
This is what your H is doing Funnyfish, he’s trying to suck you back in because he needs you to fulfill his power and strength vacuum.
You know in your heart that you have to get distance from him, get away from his clutches. That is all I knew when my Ex was going. I knew that nothing would ever change if he stayed, that it would only ever get worse, and my life would shrink to nothing if he was allowed to remain in my life. I knew that my son would learn how to be a man from him and that I would raise an abuser. I knew that would kill me. :( I had a real tangible pain in my throat for a week prior to this, it was the pain of tears you are holding in, it was excruciating and completely untreatable as it was all psychological not physical.
In the end when I stood there outside the terminal building and he again started on the why didn't I have a drink thing, and I had already retreated into my car for refuge from his wittering on at me, I realised that I had no reason to stay anymore, so I wished him Bon Voyage and started the car and left. Took me almost the whole journey until I realised I was away from him and free.
He did me a favour, I didn't recognise the man I had spent over a decade with, he totally freaked me out. I never thought of him as anything other than the pathetic character in my car. i never missed him, because I could see that the person I knew in the beginning never existed, the person I was so terrified of never existed, and the only person that did exist was utterly insane.
Please don’t feel sympathy for your H. There is nothing for you to feel sorry about. What he is doing is a tactic to make you do what he wants. What he wants is for you to be miserable and under his total control. the minute he thinks he has you back on side, he will revert (and worse) to the man you are struggling so hard to be free from.
Follow through with staying apart. If he genuinely does change – and you will need a good year or 2 of blemish free existence before you can see he genuinely has changed – you can review the situation. You are free to change your mind if you are sure of why you are changing it and have the evidence to make that decision responsibly.