Nigel my husbands last ditch attempt at control is not having any contact with me at all to the extent if I need to contact him, and I very rarely do, I have to :-
Write a letter.
Place it in a clear plastic folder
Take the folder to his business partners
house - he also our best man. His friend is then supposed to check what's in the letter through the folder just in case I say anything that isn't relevant to the reason for writing.
So if for instance I were to say - it was our severely disabled sons Birthday a few days ago. He was 25. Youve seen him 5 times in 3 years. I still can't believe you are now this person and for your own sake perhaps you should have a think about this - it would mean the letter being returned to me. So suffice to say I just keep quiet - to him. But I no longer keep quiet in the wider world.
And why do I go along with this? Well, it's like I told him - I'll do it because I'm doing it from a position of strength - I know you better than you know yourself and for you to have to go to these lengths with me says all there is to say about you and your reality.
Even not seeing our son. That's also my punishment but I'll admit to him being my Achilles tendon and it does bother me. But in a perverse way its actually good that I don't write things in the letters because it just means I never have anything to regret.
So here's to my husbands last ditch efforts at controlling me cos I just read my post back and it made me laugh seeing things in print.