I split from my DD's dad was she was 3 months (she's now 1). I had PND, newborn exhaustion, recently discovered he was a porn addict, his female friend was in love with him and would therefore spend every weekend with us trying to get with him after our baby was born, and it was the 2nd anniversary of my mum's death - I had lots of reasons to have a breakdown and leave, so I did! I should've asked for space to clear my head but I didn't, I left.
Since the day I walked out, no matter what effort I made to try and reconcile, him and his family would make me feel like an alien for making any attempt at getting back together and because of this, I didn't make many attempts. If I sent a message asking if we could please talk, I'd get treated like it was the most stupidest and disgusting idea on the planet! I quickly learnt not to try because I'd get scolded for it. The smallest attempt at reaching out would be shut down completely, even when I requested closure as we had never discussed me leaving. It got so bad, that 3 months later, when I broke down on Mother's Day and told him I missed him, I profusely apologised and said how inappropriate it was of me to say that. I'd said 3 words: I miss you - how is that inappropriate?
I'll admit I had my moments of madness and was very quick to be spiteful with my tongue, but he always uses the Grey Rock method on me, always has since I left, and that in itself is enough to drive you nuts!
I feel like I've been completely invalidated from the moment I left. My words mean nothing, if I don't say what he wants to hear I'm met with silence. We're not allowed to have disputes - any problems I try to resolve are met with silence. He even went to mediation by himself because we had had a massive row! It's like I should be seen and not heard, and to be honest, I feel like a wreck of a person because of it. I feel like I don't exist, like my opinions don't matter. I feel like a shadow of a person who isn't allowed an opinion, who over analyses everything I say and who doubts everything I say. I don't know what's wrong and what's right to say anymore, because even the nice things are ignored.
I wanted to move near my ex for our daughter's sake but all his family live there and they treat me like it, too. I don't know how much more of myself I can allow to be chipped away at otherwise I'll have nothing left!
Can I ask, am I being mentally abused? I've never been made to feel like this before, especially to the point of losing freedom of speech and being a wreck about having an opinion.