Thanks chimichanga. The truth is I have been unhappy for a (long) time but felt that I had no reason to be unhappy and so I should just try harder. In fact I remember having a conversation with my father saying I might have made a mistake getting married, and he's been dead for 13 years so it was a long while ago. I was brought up to believe that if I was unhappy it was my fault and I should just bloody well cheer up. So that's what I've tried to do. But now I am at the end of my tether, suddenly 40 and feeling as though this is it for the rest of my life.
I thought we had a good marriage and I was prepared to just put up with all the weirdness. I thought he was a good father and the children would be devastated if we split. And I also blamed myself for being miserable and useless. But when the little digs at DD got more and more frequent and nasty, and remind me so much of how my father used to talk to me, then I began to realise that maybe putting up with it was in fact the wrong thing to do.
I'm starting to think you and everyone else may be right, that he is a master manipulator, and maybe it's not just me being a weak idiot. Because honestly I do try to fight for what I want but somehow he is able to always make me feel that my opinion is stupid and wrong and of course he is right. Then I end up feeling dizzy and confused and living in continual cognitive dissonance.
For example when I gave him my share money, I wanted to make him happy, because I felt guilty for leaving my job. But even as I did it, I was thinking "you idiot" to myself.
He likes to spend money on flamboyant things like dinners out and big holidays. We are going on 3 very nice trips this year which I should be looking forward to but I will have to do all the packing and organising of 2 children and deal with carsickness and aeroplane boredom, while he still just throws a few t shirts in a bag and is ready to go. And in the meantime, I get told off for buying new shoes for the children and my jeans have holes in.
He loves to live in a mess, takes great pride in telling other people how messy our flat is. Which makes me feel like shit. Even when we were both working and earning a lot of money, he wouldn't even consider a cleaner. He doesn't like curtains or rugs, so we don't have any. He uses the third bedroom as his office, so DS is still in with us. Yes, I had to fight for a bed for DD and I've remember that in fact it was my mother who bought it in the end, not him (I wasn't working at that time).
I said before that he never gets angry, but the fact is that he doesn't need to. He only has to seem slightly miffed with me and I fall over myself trying to make things right with him again. Co-dependence? I don't know whether he has me well trained or whether the fault is really mine.
He is all sweetness and light at the moment. Maybe he has seen something changed in me. Today I begin to organise my finances and start looking for work. I am having a coffee soon with a friend who did divorce in this country, so I'm going to tell her what's going on.
This is so long, probably no one will read it, but I'm suddenly looking at everything that's happened through a new lens and it's coming into a different focus and just pouring out.