I feel so trapped by him, and even more so now than ever before.
Bit of history: We met when I was 17, he was 30, we got married very quickly, have 3 children together (7yo, 2yo, and a 9 month old) 9 years after we married, and I have realised that I am nothing but some sort of freaky robot, hanging off his every word, scared to mention anything that I know he won't like, in fact scared is too harsh, he doesn't scare me, I have just given up trying to get my point of view across, it's never listened to anyway.
We have lived in a bubble of us and the kids since day one. Neither of us have family close by, neither of us had any friends, sure we knew enough people to literally say hello to, but no friends to mention, and now looking back I realise that everytime it seemed I found someone to be my friend (how fucking sad does that sound?) he would put them down so much behind their backs to me, that I eventually agreed with everything he said and just let it all fizzle out.
Except this time. I have held on to this friend for dear life, we've actually only been close for the last 12 months or so, but we are very close, see each other every day when he's at work, our kids play together after school at least once a week, we had an arangment that Friday nights were to be "our" Friday nights. (Not to the exclusion of my husband, he was more than welcome to join us, and had been invited to every time, everytime he'd have an excuse as to why he couldn't/wouldn't, or he'd have an excuse as to why my friend and I couldn't do Friday nights full stop.)
Although my friend and I see a lot of each other (and it's not as freakish as it sound's) my husband and my friend saw very little of each other (probably once a month, sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit less) so it wasn't as if I was pushing someone he seemed to dislike under his nose all the time. And she actually helped us/me out, she looked after the kids twice while we went out for dinner (we have been out as a couple - i.e. without the kids - maybe 6 or 7 times since DS1 was born) and if DS2 and/or 3 were asleep/poorly/something else she'd pick our eldest up from school, and vise versa for hers.
My friend's husband has invited my husband out to go and have a couple of pints down the local, or at their house while my friend was here, always without fail the invite was declined.
In May of this year, my husband and I had a major falling out (I had made arangments for the kids and I to go on the council housing list close to my mums) We ended up working through a load of crap, or so I thought, I told him I wasn't going to be told who I could and who I couldn't see, that I was going to learn to drive, and if he didn't like the freedom that would give me then it was tough shit, and we decided together to sell our house, rent a bigger house (can't afford to buy a bigger one, or we could but in shitty areas) basically change our whole life style, eating, exercise, time we spend together, apart and with the kids. I knew it would more than likely mean moving out of our town and away from my friend, but I thought I owed my husband and our kids to try and do this. One of my other points was that once we'd moved I would get a part time job, to get me out of the house, give me some of my own money, use it as a way to meet other people, he agreed for the first time in 8 years. In fact he more than agreed with the lot of it, he held his hands up, said he hadn't realised how he'd been, we both said we think it all came about partly because of our age gap, he practically brought me up for the latter of my teenage years. He swore on our children's lives that he would change and that if I gave him the chance to prove it, I'd not be dissapointed.
He has also always seemed to have trust issues with me, but I have never ever done one single thing to make him think I'd ever go with someone else. He had a bit of a shitty childhood, and he blamed his insecurities on that and the fact that I was gorgeous and sexy and bound to wake up one day and think WTF was I doing staying with him. (To put the record straight, when we met, I was reasonably pretty, fresh faced, size 8, big boobs, no cellulite in sight, now I am a reasonably haggered, 26 year old, stretch marks from my boobs to my knees - front and back, size 14 if I'm lucky, 3 kids under my belt - hardly the catch of the day hey?!)
Everything went fine for the next couple of months, sure there were the very odd cock ups, I expected that, and I thought I was more aware of his controlling issues and wouldn't let myself fall for it all again.
Around mid August, we sold our house, for more than the asking price, it was great! We started looking at lovely big houses we could move to that we'd dreamed of doing so for so long, it all seemed to be working out.
Until, and I didn't even realise it as it was happening, I'd been at my friend's house for a few drinks on one of the, (what turned out to being every 3 or 4 weekly), Friday night's, her husband came home with a couple of his mates, we all had a drink together, all very innocently, nothing whatsoever in it, in fact, I wouldn't know either of guy's if they walked in my house right now, so so much for me falling over myself to run off with anything that moves.
But, as I said, it hadn't even registered with me that DH had gone straight back to how he was.
So we were still looking for a house, we found a gorgeous barn conversion, it wasn't exactly what we were looking for, but it was big enough to fit us all in more than comfortably, it was only down the road, it was well within the price range we'd been looking at, obviously, I'd still be close to my friend, the kids close to their friends, but best of all, it meant that DS1 could stay at his school. We paid the letting agents fee's and basically the house was ours as long as the references checked out (which we knew they would - no problem). Now I may well be being very sceptical, and I have no evidence of this whatsoever, but all of a sudden, the day we were expecting to have to go in and pay the deposit because the referencing was completed, apparently the landlord had found a private tenent. I assumed the landlord was just a prick and we started looking for somewhere else. I have since found out that the same house, and two others that we were sort of partly interested in around our town are all still available to let, even though my DH says the letting agency had told him they were all gone. Has he made the private tenent thing up so that we have to move away? Away from my friend?
The next thing he did that has left me in no doubt that he has not changed a single iota is, he'd offered about 3 or 4 weeks ago, to give my friend's husband a chance, and that we'd have them both here for drinks and a take away one night. Well we finally managed it on Friday night just gone. It was a complete nightmare, from word go the atmosphere was, well not far from chilling, he'd obviously planned the whole thing to go so wrong that it would see the end of my friendship. As it happened, he lucked out, it's seen the end of our marriage basically.
He has sat here all weekend, swearing once again on my kids lives that he would change. And that if I give him one more chance, just 6 months for him to prove it to me, if it doesn't work out, I can take all the equity from the house sale and go down south to my mum/family and get a new life. Why can he not see that that is just one more way in which he is trying to control me? It's a way for him to spend the next 6 months making out like he's changed, I start to soften, start the trust and dependancy back up again, until I am once again well and truely stuck.
The problem is, the buyers of our house are pushing to complete the sale this Friday (not a hope in hell, they only got the results of the survey and the mortgage offer last Friday) the house we are supposed to be moving to isn't available till the 23rd of October at any rate. But what the hell am I supposed to do?
I can't drive, I have no money, we have savings - in his bank account, with only him holding a card, I don't have access to money, it's never seemed like a problem, before, if I needed some he gave it out willingly, but now I see it is just another hold he has over me. I have no where to go with 3 kids. I wouldn't get a council house down south, because I'd have just sold my house and made a fair amount of money on it, there are many more desparate people than me, I couldn't afford to get a job and pay for childcare (I have no qualifications to speak of, I'd be looking at minimum wage) I know exactly what I'd be entitled to in benifits and all the rest of it, I'd be lucky if I could afford a 2 bed flat down there with that money.
I am facing having no real choice but to live with a man who can't do anything but control me, and I guess the kids when they get older and start to have idea's of their own that he disagrees with. I don't think I can do it, I am sure I couldn't do it without it having a really negative effect on the kids. Could anyone live like that?
God, I don't even know why I have made this post, just needed to get it all out I suppose. Sorry if it all a bit mumbled, not had a minute of sleep since Thursday night and nothing to eat since then either come to think of it (the Friday night take away ended up in the bin...)
What do I do?