@AmongstTheCosmos my partner Mr Monkey had a terrible childhood orchestrated by his vile mother The Hag and he has PTSD. He’s now in therapy and two months in he’s finding it fantastic. It’s so worth it. Research someone on the British Association of counselling and psychotherapy to ensure they’re qualified. Look for someone experienced in what your husband feels are the issues?. Most therapists offer a free 30 minutes where you can see if you and them gel. It’s worth the time researching first. Good luck.
@Sicario my god am I in a better place from going NC with The Hag. Mr Monkey is doing really well with the therapy. His counsellor is brilliant and they are now in a place of exploring trauma which is hard, but necessary.
The Hag was SPECTACULARLY hilarious yesterday. MM phones her as she’s got some issues with her flat and he’s sorting them for her. The alternative of her sorting them is far worse as it would become off the scale dramatic.
After two or so years, Mr Monkey is taking Slave Son his brother out for a curry on Weds. I’m out of the country and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t go - it’s THEIR time. It also shows that MM is in a better place as he’s starting to address the way in which Slave Son played his part in their nasty violent family so this is a big step as Mr Monkey has very much avoided seeing him. I doubt very much MM will talk about anything over the tikka masala as Slave Son is emotionally illiterate and a bag of suppressed rage. Let’s just say the rage was less suppressed when he was younger and they all lived ar home. MM is now using the word toxic masculinity when talking about his brothers.
Hag knows about the curry as it was mentioned earlier in the day and she’s dwelled on it all day.
Hag: so, you’re going without me?
MM: that’s right, I’m going out with my brother for a curry, just us.
Hag: so I’m not invited?
MM: I don’t understand why it’s a problem for you that I’m going out for a curry with my brother.
Hag: I never go out for a meal with you.
MM: that’s not true. I’ve taken you out for lunch after taking you for your hair appointment every time.
hag: you don’t.
MM: I do, in fact, I’ve been out for more lunches over the past year or so than I’ve been out with Monkey.
Hag shuts that down. But later on this will be keeping her warm at night.
Hag: you deliberately chose curry because I don’t like it.
MM: we chose curry because we like it.
Hag: we could go somewhere else.
MM: no, my brother and I are going out for a curry as planned and that’s the end of it.
Rattled silence. She changes tactics.
Hag: x (sister in law) phoned today. (This is the daughter in law and grandsons thar the Hag never phones)
MM (delighted for the change of subject): oh that’s good, what was she phoning about?
DRUM ROLL.
Hag: I’m not telling you. Quick recap: this is an adult of 85, not a toddler or teenager.
MM: OK. Well, anyway, I’ve got to go. I love you.
Hag: (nasty laugh) Well, I suppose you do.
Mr Monkey laughs. He has put in place great boundaries and now sees her behaviours for what they are - abuse and attempts at control. Slave Son (66) will now go through six days of shit about a fucking cheap curry and a couple of pints.
We are also going away this evening for the weekend to Mummy Monkey’s before I go overseas on Monday. Hag will love this. Somewhere else she’s not invited. I last saw her or spoke to her on the 26 December. I feel miles better and able to give MM more support.