Name changed for this but long-time MNer who's posted before about my 'D'H and some of the things he does. This will probably be long.
Together for 15 years, married for 10, DS is almost 12. I can't believe it's taken me this long to realise that the way I've been feeling low-key mentally and physically ill for the last 15 years can be partially attributed to my relationship. I've had anxiety, panic-attacks, stress leave, GI bleeds from stress, migraines, digestive upset and more. It all came to a head last week. I've been trying for years to write out the things he does but whenever I put them on paper they don't look all that bad so I've told myself it's my issue. Last week there was an issue with DS where we argued and he tried to undermine my decision. When I stood my ground he taunted me with 'Why don't you just tell everyone on mumsnet how horrible I am for caring about my son'. So I did and you lovely people came back with an overwhelming YANBU. So I did some research and found Debbie Mirza's book on covert narcissism and my eyes have been opened. He is a textbook case. Milder than some of the examples, thankfully, but so many things resonated.
Some of the things that I remember him doing:
• When DS was born he was so unsupportive. He got angry if he was woken up in the night. DS had terrible colic/silent reflux so I would spend hours in the cold lounge with him so DH could sleep. DH only ever managed 30 minutes awake with him after I would beg for sleep. I was once awake for 24 hrs with no relief.
• When DS was 2yo a friend came to visit unexpectedly from overseas over the New Year. DH very subtly discouraged her from staying with us so I had to ask friend of mine to put her up. On New Year's day he completely guilted me into spending the day with him and DS and got arsy when I tried to arrange for my friend to come with us. I can't believe I let him manipulate me into ignoring a friend I've known since I was 12.
• I voluntarily went down to 3 days working after DS but I also had a small therapy business on the side that I wanted to continue. This entailed him spending Saturdays with DS. He had to forego an early morning spin class for this to happen and he brought it up constantly how much he was sacrificing. Somehow, my full day of working got whittled down to a half day through DH berating my 'absent parenting' and him complaining that he never saw me. I eventually gave up completely after I was hospitalised with a GI bleed, likely caused from stress.
• We have never had any joint finances and I have never had my name on any of the household bills despite my asking to take some over when we moved in together. The house was his when I moved in and it is still in his name. I make 1/4 of what he does and I'm in debt. I don't have profligate spending habits, most of my money goes on food, DS and the house. I have no idea exactly how much our incomings and outgoings are. I buy all the shopping and do all the cooking so when I am short of cash I have to ask him to transfer me some. He then sends me an amount he deems appropriate; it’s unspoken, but he resents if I ask him for a specific amount. He has a very large undisclosed amount of savings and investments. I once asked him to share our financial situation so I would know what to do if he was run over by a bus. He shut me down for months until he finally, very grudgingly, handed me a hastily written piece of paper with names and amounts. I have no way to check if he was giving me legit info.
• He constantly micro-manages DS and I. I took DS on a wee break recently and DH kept telling us what we should do and where we should go even though he was staying home.
• DH wanted DS to participate in his chosen activity so we enrolled him when he was 4. When DS was 8 he decided he didn't enjoy it and wanted to stop. DH forced him to attend for another 2 years. Eventually, DS was ok with going once a week because some of his school friends were in it. DH then insisted that DS move to the 'development squad' that practiced twice a week and where he had no friends. No surprise, DS actively hated this. I finally put my foot down and told DH that he can't force DS to do the sport any more. DH still makes sly, nasty comments about DS's lack of athletic ability and motivation to this day. Any time DS plays about doing the sport DH says things like ‘No, you can’t do that, you’re not properly trained, you don’t like to be active and healthy’
Jesus Christ. I could go on to write a novel. Why am I only realising how awful he is only now?
I don't know where to start with leaving him. I haven't got a pot to piss in and no family in this country. I do have a job which I've just increased my hours at, but my income is still pretty low and we live in an expensive city. My priority is DS and protecting him as much as possible.