My god this is me, I could have written this pinemartina your below quote
'my children adore him and dance around trying to stay in his approval.He divides them through switching his favorite constantly.They and I have enormously enjoyed "family " stuff that we have never had before on days out,holidays,nights in when he is the worlds most fun,loving,focussed co-parent -"I'll never be your Dads ,guys,I dont want to undermine that role for them, but I'm always here for you - and your Mum is the best mother you'll ever have ..etc"
Then - on a breath of wind,for no discernible reason he'll become silent,dark eyed,then explode,shouting that we/they are "pushing his buttons" that the tone of voice used by my daughter or the look in her eyes ,is rude ,cheeky and disrespectful and another example of my failure to be an adequate mother -"everything they have achieved ,anything positive"is down to his input and him saving us all from the "state " we were in when he met me.
How dare I throw it all back on him by failing to control my awful children.How can he ever get any quality time with me when I overindulge and fawn over them?
I have ruined them with my love and deprive him of basic attention despite his total devotion and sacrificing everything to such hopeless cases - and "i ACTUALLY LOVE YOU ALL TO BITS - i ADORE YOU AND YOUR BASTATRD KIDS"
My head is fucked.
I used to work full time as a Senior Manager
I always coped with - no embraced - life as a single mother of 4.
I was proud of leaving a hopeless marriage with a passive aggressive bastard who took all my money and still causes problems.
I thought I had met my soulmate, a man so far the opposite of my ex - loving ,attentive,expressive,dynamic,exciting,capable,strong and popular with everyone....
He'll never let the baby go
He bears grudges forever
I still love him - what the fuck is that about - he's a controlling egoistical bastard.
If he lets himself back into the house and gets into bed tonight ,I'll be grateful to believe whatever rationalisation he can offer whilst inside my head fearing the next time it happens - I know it will.Am I crazy?' end quote
Hell no , not crazy . A result from ourselves. Some form of insecurity that resulted in us getting with these more damaged a-holes that we thought at the time were stronger than us, better than us, exciting in someway or as someone that could help to make us complete. They seem to be good at that part. The getting. It's like a radar that picks up a signal that spells out for them 'slightly insecure, yet room for improvement for a knob like me' on our foreheads. I don't actually think they know it at the time, what they are doing but it comes across in such a calculated way you can only think as such. scary.