Bear with me, I’m divorced for around a year now separated for almost 5. A friend of mine expressed concern that some of the things I described as normal in respect of my marriage were not and stepped in with an intervention, she definitely saved me but I’m struggling to process everything. I’ll try to give some examples from the marriage. I still feel so broken and confused.
My ex husband would leave a specific cupboard door open in the kitchen and tell me either I had left it open or he didn’t know who had opened it. Over time I began to question my sanity and become upset. Simultaneously he would control the volume the television was allowed to be on - even numbers only, he likened this to my problem with the cupboard door. Except I didn’t have a problem until he repeatedly left it open and denied doing it??
He used to hide or move things, this over the course of time caused me immeasurable mental anguish.
He minimised things in a way that made me feel stupid. For example my friend gave me a bike for my eldest, he took it without asking and then made me feel ridiculous when I said he stole it.
His gambling addiction meant our house was in a state of disrepair and invested with mice, the mice he would tell me I imagined hearing and seeing, this almost broke me. With four children, no hot water downstairs, no working oven (only hob) and untold other problems I developed FND (functional neurological disorder).
Christmas 2019, although separated I allowed him to join us for Christmas and to come over to see the children. Unbeknownst to me he gave my mum who was with us for Christmas Day a time he was taking her home (she was meant to be staying over and fell out with me because he told her it was my request) my kids were upset she didn’t stay and later after he had dropped her off he started pressuring me for sex, I cried through the sex and the next day was in a daze, he made me a cup of tea and for some reason I threw it all over my face. I don’t really understand what happened, soon after I was under the mental health crisis team.
Another time he came to see the children and I had my hair in a plait, he said I was asking for it because I know it’s his favourite hairstyle he caught me alone in the kitchen and began touching and rubbing himself on me despite me begging him to stop. There’s more but it’s upsetting to write it down. I still fell ill thinking about it but don’t know if it amounts to abuse? When I finally put boundaries in place and wouldn’t let him in the house he tried to kick in the door. Co- parenting with him is so hard and I can’t stop ruminating. Anyone else got through this? I feel so pathetic.