I’m lay in bed on a workday having called in sick because I just feel so low and I can’t face pretending.
Together 15 years, married 9 - have children together.
I can’t let go. I just can’t. I don’t even think I’m close. I know that I need to. I wouldn’t even be able to write some things on here because of how ashamed I am that I’ve stayed.
I feel I have some responsibility too. I heavily focus on what I could do to turn things around. But I know that I’d never be able to meet him where he wants me.
I’ve read all the books, tried counselling which was wonderful for my own understanding but I stopped going because the conclusions I came to were that I obviously need to leave. The sessions then quickly turned to
how I could take steps towards that and I knew I wasn’t going to.
Why won’t I leave?
we are in a pattern, a cycle. He is kind for a week usually. Not usually more, but has recently gone two weeks. Usually the stress of the kids at the weekend turns things and he flips. Verbally unkind. He strops and sulks. Turns on me if I say anything. Always takes it way too far and name calls and creates an atmosphere.
Sometimes the sulking lasts for days. I hate it. Things usually only improve if I ‘move on’ and act like nothing happened. He expects me to be joyful at all times. I am quite a bouncy happy person most of the time but I do feel his mood changes quite heavily and they do impact on me. I feel really down after one of his outbursts.
This time he shoved me and said move when he wanted to get past me. I had already flinched when he barged in the door. I was stood crying after asking him to
leave the room Because he was name
calling. He then left again to come back and call me more names. We can’t have a conversation about anything. No matter how delicate I approach any subject, he will flip.
He lies a lot and hides things because he doesn’t enjoy conversations. it all feels very shallow.
when he gets nasty I can sometimes say im not talking anymore because it’s spiralling and he will get worse and if we’re in bed and I turn away he has dragged me
to face him a few times.
I do sometimes react and I will get angry when he starts. Because when he’s snapped out of it, he’s kind again. It’s confusing. He will apologise. I get my hopes up. It feels like every time it happens, it feels more painful because I feel so stupid because I believed him again. I always try ti be calm and careful with my words but when I see he has gone and there’s no reasoning and he calls me names and won’t stop I will sometimes shout and scream. I feel like a child.
He is unkind to me. We lost a baby who was conceived by him starting to have sex with me when I was asleep. This happened for a period of time. If I ever brought it up to say I don’t like it. I freeze when it happens and he just finishes and goes back to sleep. He would get angry with me for suggesting it wasn’t consensual and he would have one of his outbursts. The day I got home after giving birth he did it again. I stopped him this time. The only time I had the courage. I was sore. He raged the next day when I said something. He calls her a “rape baby”. And we can’t talk of her.
I try so hard. I know I’m being so so stupid. Their is more than the above and I’m not
Perfect. I’m sensitive and maybe a little needy. His behaviour has made that worse.
I feel attached to him like you would a parent. That sounds weird but I feel like I can’t be without him. I need him to be kind to me and make me feel safe. But it never lasts and every time I have to pick myself up and pretend I’m fine.
Today I can’t. Kids are in childcare and I’ve had to have a day where I don’t have to pretend for a few hours.
I know this is long. I know mumsnetters are brutal and maybe that’s what I’m looking for, because I have no courage and no belief that I’ll ever let go. I don’t want to. I want him to be nice to me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Bare minimum.
this is rambly. I’m not doing very well.