I have posted before about leaving my emotionally (and at times physically) abusive husband after 20+ years together. We have 2 young DC
(I should also note that there’s no formal NPD diagnosis and I know the “narcissist” label is thrown around a lot but the more I see, the more I think it applies.)
I made the call to separate in November and we are only now physically separating into a nesting arrangement (which is probably not a great idea given the history of abuse/control, but which I am treating as a transitional step for now).
H (apparently) does not want the marriage to end, threatened suicide, huge tantrums, promises to change etc. Has been to a therapist twice and signed up for an abuse programme and went to the first session this week. I have been unmoved by these threats/promises, because I don’t think he will change and even if he did I think it’s too late for us to revive our relationship.
Just last week he screamed and swore at me (called me a fat selfish bitch (ironically bc of the stress I am the skinniest I have been in YEARS 😂)/fuck you/hope you choke on a bag if sucks and die - in earshot of the children) because we had a childcare issue and I said I need to go to work the next day. He works 100% from home. My job is more senior than his. (Admittedly the way I phrased it wasn’t particularly consultative but obviously his reaction was unhinged - by no means the first time I’ve been spoken to like that over the last 20 years).
He will then veer into behaving as if everything is normal between us.
I guess my point is - I’m rambling - how have others coped leaving men like this when there are small children involved and you need to remain in contact? He has zero, but ZERO empathy, and now I am setting boundaries with him I am the enemy. He has always been like this to the point where I suspect some sort of BPD splitting type mental issue.
it’s really confronting for me as I am starting to realise that the person I have been in a relationship with since I was 20 - the father of my kids - is emotionally stunted to the point of being sociopathic. Was there ever any love there at all? It’s a real headfuck. I am seeing a therapist who said he probably admired me for the qualities I have - driven, smart, attractive - but couldn’t love me in the way I need to be loved. But to me that suggests love as anyone would understand it is not really within his repertoire.
I’m not sure where I am going with this - I feel confident that I have made the right decision as I couldn’t fathom spending. The rest of my life being diminished and starved of affection - but it’s just really hard at the moment, especially being apart from
my kids. I was meant to have the first night in the “nest” last night but I got there and the one job he was meant to do - connect the electricity - had been fucked up (he got the address wrong) so I sat in the dark waiting for the electricity company to come out and eventually had to Uber back to the family home at 10pm. I just felt utterly defeated.