I’ve realised that I now observe H with clinical impartiality. If he shouts and screams, I observe him as I would a patient (I was a psychiatric nurse in the past!) and say “don’t shout at me please, no excuse for bad manners” before walking away from him.
I’ve also started saying the mumsnet mantra “that doesn’t work for me” on repeat when he tries to control finances or insisting that we should do something / go somewhere that I don’t want to do.
It’s not a real marriage or partnership, we are basically housemates with (thank god!) separate bedrooms and bathrooms and I have a craft room upstairs too. But I’ll be 70 this year, and I really can’t be bothered to leave. He behaves like a very very old man (a year younger than me), constantly moaning about some imaginary ailment, has no friends, very limited contact with his children, very limited and narrow hobbies and interests.
I’m out and about a lot, meeting friends, family, hobby groups. I feel I have a pretty good life overall,
we can agree over cooking, the garden, plans for the house. That’s basically it.