I've been with my husband for 9 years. We have 2 children, 6 and 4.
Today it hit me like a brick that I've been miserable in this relationship for more than 5 years. And I have no idea how much longer I can keep doing this, it feels like there's no way out. Not a good one anyway.
Why am I staying with him? Because I grew up with divorced parents. And when my mum left my dad, she was free, but basically everything she struggled with in her relationship with my dad stopped being her problem and became my problem. And this is exactly what would happen with my daughters.
I am constantly a buffer between my husband and my daughters, making sure that they don't feel the burden of the things he doesn't do right. If I leave, no one will protect them and their childhood will be over. They will end up carrying the entire mental load, like I do right now. And if they complain about it, they will meet the same defensiveness as I do. Their feelings will be dismissed and he will be the victim. So I can't leave. I don't want to leave. Maybe I'd be carefree, but I would feel horrible for making my daughters deal with him instead.
It's not like I can ask for full custody because their dad's forgetfull and chaotic. He loves them and he's not absolutely useless. No court system is going to keep children away from a very mediocre dad.
He's also told me that if we ever break up, I would become his enemy and he'd make my life as miserable as he can. I believe him, and I could live with that. But there's no way my daughters won't be damaged by that.
But I'm also so sick of everything having to be a battle.
Yes, my husband has learned things and has grown over the years. But it's cost me so much energy, and over the years I've lost the hope of it ever getting easier. Everything I ask of him is always a struggle. I'm always met with anger, defensiveness, gaslighting and a lot of resistance. And then, after several arguments over the same thing, eventually he'll start to learn. But I'm always expected to stay calm, not raise my voice, not be too critical, have perfect communication skills, think of ways to help him remember, remind him again and again.
To an outsider, it's all a bunch of little things, silly things maybe. But it's the pattern that I'm so done with. It never ends. And when it's the other way around and he needs me to change something, I'm always there. I listen, I'm curious, I give him my full attention, I care, I think him for bringing it up. But for what?
Whenever I want to talk about anything, he either denies that it ever happened, or tells me that I'm wrong for the way I feel about it.
I know I will end up leaving him eventually. I just want my girls to be a bit older, to have a bit more time to be children before they have to go through a messy divorce and ending up having to take care of their dad every other week. But how do I hold on? How do I keep my sanity? How do I stop myself from growing to hate him?