I guess I just have to forgive myself for making such a mistake. I had good intentions and it did not pay off.
I’m so fed up with it all. Really beyond the end of my tether.
The fact is he genuinely will not see that his actions communicate a great deal about his priorities and intentions. The things he chooses to do are not just random. Or he won’t admit that. Either way, it makes no difference. It’s an insurmountable obstacle and there could be no possible relationship where he just isn’t interested in my experience or feelings (if that isn’t convenient to him and supporting his actions).
He keeps saying he just did what his therapist said to do something for himself and not feel he has to justifying himself. And he chose to arrange additional contact with his other children rather than seeing our DS or me. I don’t need him to justify himself. Or want justification. He knew that he was sending me a clear message about where we are in his priorities and it would upset me. And he did it anyway. Because it’s what he wanted to do.
Ultimately his values do not align with mine. And it means he will never meet my needs. In so many ways. That is just the tiny example that broke it all (or that forced my realisation). I’ve been doing some therapeutic work to understand exactly what needs I have (which, when unmet, manifest as anger and resentment) and what it would take to meet them. I’ve realised that he will never meet many of them because he has such a different values base and intentions.
For example, the awfulness with his children’s mealtime behaviours. I have realised that a really core part of my sense of self - how I relate to people, how I show love, how I do family, how I find joy in my wet day life - is in cooking really nice food and eating it with people. I need this or I am abjectly miserable.
But he let his children show utter contempt for me and my efforts and to behave in ways that made every mealtime fraught and miserable. The anticipation of trying to feed them anything was hideously stressful. And his contempt for me was expressed in dismissing me when I told him it was making me miserable. And in scapegoating me for his children’s behaviour.
His ex does not eat with them, hands them snacks if chocolate and crisps all day and generally doesn’t care that they behave dreadfully about meals. She reinforces her values to them. And they bring them here. Their father encouraged that behaviour in various ways and made it a way for them to exclude me and upset me. Then got angry about me because he couldn’t pretend they were perfect.
The problem here is a difference in values. He doesn’t care about something that is fundamentally important to me. He didn’t care that it was destroying my sense of self and had me feeling hopeless and almost suicidal. What he cared about was not triggering his divorced dad guilt.
There was loads he could do to make this better. But he chose to keep making it all dreadful for me. Knowing what it was doing to me. And blaming me for not being delighted at being smirked at by a child knew she was going to get me in trouble by eating extremely slowly through a meal I’d tried really hard with.
He used his children to torture me. All because it made him feel better about having left their mother.
That same problem reoccurred in every aspect of anything that matters to me. He wouldn’t protect DS from their behaviour, preferring to claim I was overprotective, crazy and obsessed with the baby. The baby didn’t sleep. And he let his children scream and poke him and wake him up whenever I finally got him to nap. And he didn’t care. He let his son throw wooden bricks at the baby, terrifying him. And drive ride on cars aggressively at the crying baby. And then lied about his son’s behaviour and said I was overprotective and obsessed (I had bruises from deflecting the wooden bricks). I couldn’t tell them off - because then I was being cruel. I couldn’t take the baby away - because then I was denying him a relationship with his half siblings.
He was just torturing me. He is not a nice person.