Why...did I have 4 children with someone who was so horrible to me?
Why...did I sit there crying whilst trying to get the comb through my 3 yr olds hair, because he had banned me from using conditioner.
Why...did I continue cooking in 85 degree + heat because he wouldn't allow me to open a window because of the draught.
Why...didn't I walk out when on bringing my 2 day old daughter home from hospital he asked me when I was finishing the painting.
Why...did I follow to 'keep the peace' when he picked up my 5 yr old son and walked off with him screaming mummy so that I would follow and consequently teaching my 4 children you do as a bully says, instead of standing up to him.
Why did I let him dictate what food I bought the children.
Why, why, why? Where's my spine? I feel so guilty that I didn't stand up to him. Most people would have told him to bog off years ago, instead I had 4 children with him and have given them a life in a broken home.
I am so angry with myself for being so weak, and letting my children and myself down.
Anyway, I've left the arsehole so it's a start. Feel better for my rant as well!