I was drawn to DP because we were friends and we had a lot to talk about and laugh about. He didn’t take himself too seriously and we joked a lot.
We had both lost our mothers. Mine quite recently and his some time ago, but I was grieving and I didn’t know anyone else whose mum was dead. It was nice to have someone who understood.
He was generous and outgoing and very different to my austere self conscious husband who didn’t like talking to strangers or ordering a take away over the phone or walking into a restaurant and saying “hello, we made a booking for 8pm” kind of thing. Always made me walk in first so I would have to deal with the people. Always made me call places even though I am deaf and really struggle on the phone. I had to deal with all the tradespeople always as he would refuse to speak to them! Whereas DP was happy to talk to anyone and not shy in the slightest. Lack of confidence is so unappealing in a man (to me anyway) and DP has bundles of confidence. Never gets embarrassed and will talk to anyone. I liked that. It was so different to my ex.
DP also was very hands on with his kids. Took them to all their activities, organised stuff to do with them and he did tons of housework (cooking, DIY). My ex left all the childcare and household stuff, including making repairs to our roof one time, to me, whereas DP was so hands on. Nothing too much trouble. Never complained about being asked to do something. The opposite of lazy. When you’ve married someone who refuses to lift a finger….. my bar was low and DP looked like the perfect man. Outgoing and hands on, the complete opposite of my shit exH.
It took a year or more before I started to see the other side of him. The wanting things to always be done his way (maybe that’s why he was hands on, so he got to control how things were done!), the short temper and explosions of rage. The unbearable hypocrisy of which he is totally
unaware. The negativity about other people all the time. The rewriting history - whole conversation it seems - imagined but forced on me as “fact” and there being no chance of him
accepting he hasn’t got it 100% right. He outright lies and I am never quite sure whether he starts off knowing he’s not being truthful but then starts to believe it, or believes it from the off…. the “frustration” (read anger) when he hasn’t communicated clearly but then blames me for not understanding him. The inability to face things he doesn’t want to do and the huge effort he will give over to avoidance. The mess and stuff everywhere. The pontificating knowledgeably on matters he knows nothing about but enjoying sounding like an expert, or so he thinks, when everyone is cringing and rolling their eyes.
But the worst thing is his sensitivity to criticism. It knows no bounds. Anything. Literally anything can be skewed into him feeling criticised and his reaction to that (anger, obvs!) is immense. He thinks he is owed an apology for the criticism but doesn’t realise (a) either he wasn’t being criticised at all or the criticism was truly deserved, neither of which means he is owed an apology! And (b) his reaction is 1000% times larger than it should be and horrendously
abusive. And it is him who should be grovelling his apologies. But no, he cannot be criticised ever.
We had been friends for 2-3 years and I didn’t spot any of these things. But it’s the boiled frog isn’t it, because in my case it didn’t start overnight at all. It was bit by bit. And I was in love with him still. Funny but I don’t recognise that foolish woman anymore…. It feels like another life and a different person not connected to me in any way.