I was constantly planning the “right time” to talk to him about stuff. Figuring out “the right way” to say stuff. Figuring out the “best time” to approach finance discussions and childcare decisions. I never got it right. Must be me getting it wrong, right?
Til I realised it wasn’t me it was him, he did not give a flying fuck and was treating me and our daughter like annoying tenants. I would come back home after visiting family and walk into this cold atmosphere. I was starting to absorb it, and think I must be annoying, too opinionated, over organising… I am none of those things. When I would go home (to another country) and have people chat to me, ask me for my opinion - and listen - and carry on chatting, I started to see the really weird life I was living overseas (in the UK, with a prick of an Englishman) … after him collecting me from the airport and treating me to almost silent treatment in the car, with a few polite questions through gritted teeth with my replies ignored, I could have recited Humpty Dumpty and he would not have flinched… I woke up. FUCK THIS SHIT!!!!!
Quickly discovered a double life; weekly prostitutes, viagra (can’t get an erection without), huge gambling problem. What a catch!!!!!!!!!
And that was it! He was a misogynist, controlling abusive menace that hasn’t paid a cent in child maintenance since we left. And he’s pathetic. I am not remotely afraid, concerned, or bothered by his existence anymore.