Just a little update for anyone still invested (and yes dw I saved the doorbell camera footage to my phone😁).
I know what some of you are going to say, but hear me out; I agreed to go to a session of couples counselling. I knew what I was doing, I knew it was risky, but I wanted a safe, neutral space to say my truth. To start with the counsellor was being very animated with stbxh, leaning forward and really engaging with him, and I’ll admit I had to have a little word with myself because I thought if I’m not careful I’m going to end up looking like a fool here. So when he was saying he could get angry and he was being investigated for bipolar disorder and he had some childhood issues that he thought contributed to it, I said I felt I should point out that this has been going on throughout our entire relationship, in cycles, over different and sometimes the same topics we’ve already argued about before. And him getting angry was him shouting at me so loud I could feel it in my chest, swearing at me, calling me names, not letting me leave the room or go to sleep, impersonating me and mocking me when I was upset, saying truly spiteful things, hitting things, throwing things. She spoke to me a little more and then asked both of us if we would agree with her if she described this relationship as abusive? I didn’t look at him, so I don’t know what he did or how he looked, but I just nodded. She spoke about the cycle of abuse and said that when too much has happened the most sensible thing to do is work out how to separate in the most amicable and sensible way.
Stbxh then got a bit defensive, and started saying “well she bottles things up and doesn’t talk about her feelings. She doesn’t deal with confrontation” and I just turned to him and calmly said (shining moment in my life btw this 😝) “is it any wonder I don’t like confrontation?”
So yeah, not something I’d recommend because I know how badly it could have gone, but I’m taking back my power. Handovers for dd have been minimal contact, literally a bag with her special overnight bits left in the hallway or dropped off on the doorstep. I have been round when he’s out and fed the pets, and although he’s dragging his feet to get the house on the market I’m picking my battles atm, and dd has a proper bed at dsis’s so it is what it is really for now.
Guys if I compare myself to what I was like six weeks ago, I mean it’s been emotional and I’m not naive enough to think I’m 100% ok with everything now, but the difference is staggering. If I can do it anyone can.