OK, this might be a long one. I just need to get it all out of my head and into words, and hopefully get some support/advice/solidarity in the process.
I've recently realised that my parter of 9 yrs (father to our nearly 2 yo) is emotionally abusive. Looking back I think there have always been signs but things have gotten progressively worse the past couple of years. I've always thought it was a normal part of a "fiery" relationship. I told him a few weeks ago that I don't want to be with him anymore but for various reasons, we will remain living together for the next few months at least. Neither of us are happy, have no intimacy, friendship, and generally dislike eachother. It was mainly for DS benefit that I decided to leave. I grew up in a toxic home and I don't want that for him. It's only really since deciding to separate that I've seen it all for what it really is.
Luckily he is only home at weekends due to work but those weekends are hell.
We decided after my ML that it wasn't financially viable for me to RTW and he earns more than enough to support us while I'm a SAHM until we have free childcare hrs. This has opened up a whole new level/subject for him to play on.
I'm told that I'm a sponge, a scrounger, a dole dosser. I get a very small payment from UC and he gives me a little money. All I have each month is enough to do (very frugal) food shops. If i do something he doesnt like (like leave the washing up for a few mins too long) he threatens to withhold the money or cuts down the amount. I'm constantly berated for doing nothing, being a "lazy c*nt" (i am constantly cleaning, keeping house, looking after our son). Im told I used to be good looking once. He tells me our son loves him more than me. (He plays up for me when his dad is home, I think partly because he's a novelty and partly because he sees his dad talk to me like this and dislikes me when dad is around.) He calls me a psycho and laughs about me taking antidepressants and having panic attacks. Apparently I'm so stupid that my own brain decided to attack itself.
I'm walking on eggshells constatly. A small irritation like a crumb in the kitchen will result in hours of name-calling and jibes. Sometimes a whole weekend of digging at me will come from something so small.
He works with my brother, drops him home and chats with my mum and has a good friendship with my uncle (my 3 dearest relatives). He tells me often how they all think I'm lucky to have him, that I'm hard work and he's a Saint for putting up with me. Apparently they've all told him I'm making a mistake leaving him and I should be more grateful.
I don't have a single friend in the world. I've cried to him about this and how lonely I am, now he says "no wonder you have no friends, who'd want to be friends with you? Your own family don't even like you"
Today I went outside for a breather after a 2 hr rant from him. Because I didn't take the bin out with me, he came and tipped it into the garden, locked me out and wouldn't let me back in until I picked it all up and put it in the wheelie bin.
My mum is really my only confidant but she was in a physically abusive relationship for 17 years and thinks that because he doesn't hit me there's no problem and I should try to work through things. She thinks I should stay for the "security" and just get drunk to have sex with him to keep him happy and keep a roof over my head.
There are so many more instances I could mention but I would be here for days.
I've realised how much of my self worth, confidence, humor and happiness I've lost. I've stayed for this long because I've convinced myself no one else would want me so it's this or a life of solitude (which now seems like the better option anyway.) I feel like I'm in a constant fog, dreading him coming home, dreading setting him off, dreading what he will say to me. I'm trying so hard not to let him get to me but it's so hard. I'm struggling to find a way out of this for me and my LB (finding housing/funds etc.) I don't want to end up in a hostel or emergency accommodation and be stuck there for years.
I'm worried he is going to push me over the edge before I can get out. I'm not sure I can take much more. I can't lose any more of my self without truly losing myself forever.
Thank you if you've read this far. Appreciate success stories from anyone who's gotten through the otherside of something similar. And also to know I'm not crazy or being silly thinking it's emotional abuse??