Ds and his controlling ways!
I’ve spoken on here before how controlling he is, I can’t speak on the phone, he hates the sound of me breathing and demands I stop breathing immediately sounds appealing
I can’t eat near him, can’t go near him if I’ve drank coffee or he makes sick noises because of the smell, can’t have you sat next to him on the sofa, doesn’t let you sing, can’t have the radio on, his school have to email me or ring me when he’s on his way home because the last time they rang when he was home ds went nuclear because i answered the phone and always ends in him being violent, etc etc etc, you have to play to his tune OR ELSE basically, it’s so hard to live around. I find myself breathing into my dressing gown if I’m sat in the same room as him just to avoid him hearing me breathe and kicking off.
He can’t tolerate me talking to dh now…
Can’t live like this. Utter misery!
He’s come in from school, dh is on nights tonight so he’s been to bed for couple of hours, dh got up for a bit and we were talking, as you do in a normal world, ds thrown a huge wobbler, demanding I stop talking to dad now, don’t speak to him near me, I hate you speaking to dad, stop speaking now, don’t speak to anyone, do as I say and don’t speak!
he’s got himself in that much of a state he’s nearly choked on a breadstick having a meltdown still putting food in his mouth.
I said no ds! I am talking to daddy! How ridiculous. (I’m not putting up with that level of control, I’m sick of putting up with ANY level of control) obvs he’s gone mental but I’m not stopping speaking to somebody because an 8 year old has told me not to. Hell will freeze over before I give in to demands of not speaking to my husband in my own god damn house! And I’m not falling down that slippery slope of stopping talking to dh when ds is around because it feeds ds control.
He’s screaming at me, I’m putting jam on his hot cross bun he’s on the stool next to me and he’s kicked me in my back near my kidney (fucking hard!) he’s kicked me in the back before and I couldn’t breathe in without pain for days.
I’m totally fuming with all this violence, really am.
What would you do? Keep speaking? I’m not stopping! The more you do as he says, the more you enable the controlling behaviour… it’s utterly ridiculous.
This is why when he leaves for school I feel free! Free to breathe, free to put my music on, free to eat cheese and onion crisps and drink strong coffee and sit where I bloody well like and spend hours on the phone to people etc etc. I always think if your partner treat you like this they would of been arrested and put in jail for coercive control torture
What is life. 