I’m posting to offer my support. I feel I could have written your post.
I am further on. We are divorcing and I have moved out. My stbxh would say that I am holding things up. But I am still paralysed with fear over his possible reactions. It feels wrong to write fear, but that is truly how it feels.
We are at the stage where I need to ask for a fair share of things. He is still trying to present things to his advantage, but my solicitor sees straight through him. Just disagreeing with him, or even knowing I will have to disagree with him stops me in my tracks. I know it’s ridiculous, and I have no problem with anyone else in my life like this.
He has ground me down and I feel like a ghost of who I am. Walking on eggshells, the boiling frog, the fake smile and never disagreeing with him was my marriage for many years.
I was the problem, I was overthinking, I was too sensitive, no one else thought like me, what was I so upset about, he’d done nothing wrong.
He presents to everyone else as the nicest man on the planet. Eager to help, generous with money to everyone but me. I felt like the errant teenager whose strict father was forever shouting “my house, my rules”, or “who do you think you are talking to, young lady”. He didn’t do the silences, but the rage if I even spoke in the wrong tone of voice.
I went to see an experienced chartered clinical psychologist who told me after the first session that it was abuse. I really needed another authoritative voice to tell me I was right, to validate my feelings.
I didn’t have the nerve to just leave, so I said I was unhappy and wanted relationship counselling. He flipped and told me to “fuck off and get your divorce”.
I still need to be braver. I am still in the same small village as him and most of my stuff is still in the marital home. But distance does help.
My family can’t understand why I can’t just get on with things and I don’t how to explain how intimidating I still find him. There was never any physical abuse except he once kicked out at me (but missed) and another time he threw a small plastic stool across the room at me (but missed again).
But waking up in my own space everyday is so immeasurably better than living with him, even if I’m stuck here until finances are sorted.
So I just wanted to say I understand about the wavering and dithering. Not realising that you deserve better treatment, everything being about what he will think, what his reaction will be, what he wants to do and say. You end up feeling so small and unimportant. You start to think you don’t deserve to take up any space in this world.
I think it’s a type of brainwashing. I’m still working my way through.