You are all so kind. Even if the words don’t seem that way, just the effort put in to responding is really appreciated.
I know.
I’ve been waiting it out until I was able to survive alone. Financially. I could now.
We have a mortgage together, but I know I have the right to stay here with the children and I could afford it. Their just wouldn’t be any luxuries and I suppose I feel like I’m taking something away from the kids - their family unit and the extra stuff that they are used to.
But yes, his behaviour hasn’t got any better. At the moment, it’s quite bad.
He’s been physically aggressive over the last few years. At one point he threw me against the wall at the top of the stairs and I thought he was going to throw me down them. He’s held me down on the bed and got on top of me and in my face when I wouldn’t argue with him. I was ignoring him but had said multiple times that I was not responding anymore because it’s just getting worse and he dragged me accross the bed and held me down. I told him the next day that I was scared but he threatened me the next evening that he would do the same thing again when I again said I didn’t want to argue.
The last few months have been quite calm and it’s not been volatile but his moods with the kids is bothering me. I have to keep saying “be kind” and he still isn’t. He has no patience and no empathy, even with them.
Their have been moments where I’ve allowed myself to get carried away and I’ve thought things could change and we have a nice week or 2 but it always happens again.
He has started to touch me when I’m asleep again. But just hands. It’s bothering me though because he knows I found all of that quite traumatic.
I am capable. I know I am. I don’t know why I can’t just do it. It’s like I’m on the cliff edge and I know what I need to do and I’ve decided on it but I just can’t take the leap.
Earlier today I had a moment where I wanted to hit my head on something. Makes me sound crazy. He’s a billy though. He gaslights and plays games and is unkind. After a whole day of it - kids were all out at nursery/school - I’d just had enough and started crying but then he is cruel to me, even more. Like my sadness annoys him. I had a moment where I just wanted it to stop and just a fleeting though came over me - to just hit my head on the wall. Never had that in my life. Knew I needed to sort myself out. So I came upstairs and wrote on here and wrote in a journal. That all really helped. I read back on my journal and I’ve been writing EXACTLY the same things for the past few years. Exactly.
It’s a childhood wound thing, I think. I can’t seem to let go of the idea of what he was, and what I thought my life was.
Here I am - miserable. Why am I choosing this??
I can do it. Worked out money. Can ask him to leave and I’d manage. I’d need to go part time but I would still manage. I think I’d be really happy.