Slightly off topic, but my mom is mentally ill. I am
40. My dad stayed for us. Thank God. We would have been so screwed up if they divorce if we had to spend time alone with her or she got custody. It was different then. At the time, women usually got the kids. She might have been able to fool a therapist briefly that she was fine. That risk was to big for my dad to take. So marriage ending for me is a higher threshold than most people. Drug addiction or abuse would do it. I could get past adultery. |
You are a horrible human being to write that to someone you don't know, and don't know their circumstances. I'm not that poster by the way, just disgusted by you. |
Wow you're ridiculous. I sincerely hope the op doesn't respond to victim blaming |
If anyone who had ever shouted in a relationship was an abuser, most marriages would get classified that way. People raise their voices for many reasons other than to abuse - due to intense emotion, due to feeling they aren't being heard etc |
+1 |
If a man told me he didn't want to be with me, I'd give him what he wanted and leave him and never look back. Been there, done that. Life is too short to be stressed like that, and it's not a healthy dynamic for the kids to see. They need to see what love and respect looks like. If your man isn't providing that, you need to go. Simple as that. |
True. OP here... Let me put it into some context. His parents and the kids were in the next room, everyone was mortified and my eldest told me afterwards that I need to stand up to dad. I asked a simple question about why some plans fell apart and he raged on and on shouting I should be lucky to have him |
My husband threw a tub a cream cheese at my head. I called the lawyer the next day.
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NP. This sounds exactly like my husband. It's gotten to the point that I hate the sight of him. Difficult to talk about with other people too. |
Me too. I can't even talk once he starts in on me. It's just his non-stop talking and twisted sentences and, if I make any statement that sets him off on another path that leads toward how wrong I am. So over it. Just biding my time getting things in order. |