Anonymous wrote:I have about a million stories I can tell, but the most recent one that pisses me off is that he locks the bedroom door every night, and I have to unlock it to get into bed. He goes up before me and locks the door for some reason. I have a clip I use to unlock it every night, but every time I do it I feel humiliated and angry. I've asked him not to do it, but he says "you don't come up to bed every night anyway" and since I know he's extremely passive aggressive I know that he's mad because sometimes I DO sleep in the guest room due to some pretty bad insomnia I've been dealing with. it's just easier to sleep in the guest room and be able to turn on a light and read in the middle of the night if I have to, and also not be woken up at 5:30 (when he gets up for work), when I've finally fallen asleep. But he takes every single thing as a personal attack and it hurts his ego if I don't sleep in the same room, so he is punishing me by locking the door.
Anonymous wrote:Also, at the time, this didn't even faze me, because I was so used to this type of thing. But right after I gave birth, my husband basically said "see ya later, I'm exhausted, I gotta go get some sleep" and then drove home. Meanwhile, the doctors came back and asked where my husband was, and I said he went home. They told me to call him and ask him to come back. He seemed annoyed but came back, and then they let us know our baby had to be transferred because of breathing issues.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thinking about that time when I was 8 months pregnant, and asked my husband to help me zip up my boots, and he refused, saying it would set a bad precedent. Why do these moments live on in my head? Also asked why I couldn’t drive myself to the hospital when I was in labor.
I told DH it was time to go to the hospital- he ran off to take a shower. “I need to be relaxed and ready” as if HE is the one giving birth!!! He also frequently says he could feel everything during labor.
Anonymous wrote:Mine was fine during pregnancy, but took the child from me later. The child was his and I just had to find my place somewhere near him not to upset him too much.
I moved out after 8 years as the silent treatment, negativity, negative noises as I walked by. Locking me out really was enough.
I moved out, DP took himself out and we finally have a good life. I have no idea why things had to get that far. I may have not dealt with a regular person, but nobody wants to talk about it. They'd rather remind me how much he loved me.
OP, I hope it gets better for you. I just needed my child and peace and quiet. I have it now and all is well.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thinking about that time when I was 8 months pregnant, and asked my husband to help me zip up my boots, and he refused, saying it would set a bad precedent. Why do these moments live on in my head? Also asked why I couldn’t drive myself to the hospital when I was in labor.
I told DH it was time to go to the hospital- he ran off to take a shower. “I need to be relaxed and ready” as if HE is the one giving birth!!! He also frequently says he could feel everything during labor.
Anonymous wrote:This can't be real.
Anonymous wrote:From the time our second kid was born to the time he was about three years old, it was just one thing after another.
He refused to do any of the nighttime feedings even though he was consistently awake and watching TV for the first feeding. I didn't get more than five hours of sleep in a row until I sleep-trained the baby. And I was working full-time for most of that. I explained how much the sleep deprivation was affecting my mood and he did not care.
He wouldn't lift a finger to clean for years. He'd get angry at me if the house was messy, but he'd also get angry watching me clean. Like he just expected me to do it without him noticing. Again, we were both working full-time and contributing equally financially.
I couldn't trust him to safely parent by himself. Best-case scenario, I'd just come home to a messy house I'd have to clean. Worst-case scenario, he ignored our toddler and preschooler and they'd leave the house or get into the medicine cabinet. He'd tell me it was no big deal and I was crazy for worrying. I stopped traveling for work.
He'd call me at the last minute on days he was supposed to pick the kids up and tell me he was running late and could I do it? I'd be running from home where I was cooking dinner, or from the grocery store, to get the kids. He knew I cared about being on time at day care and this was another passive-aggressive way of showing how little he cared about me or our kids.
I came home with the kids once and dinner was cold tomato sauce on undercooked pasta. I'm not sure if he expected me to eat it. I don't know why that one sticks, but it does.
And that's just a small fraction.
He's actually a way better parent now. He does 50%. He cleans. But I'm just so done emotionally. The funny thing, I think he's going to be the one who leaves me. Intellectually, I know I'm in a much better place now as far as being single. Our incomes are both much higher and the kids are older. But I might feel better about myself if I'd left rather than putting up with this and having him leave me later.
Anonymous wrote:Also, at the time, this didn't even faze me, because I was so used to this type of thing. But right after I gave birth, my husband basically said "see ya later, I'm exhausted, I gotta go get some sleep" and then drove home. Meanwhile, the doctors came back and asked where my husband was, and I said he went home. They told me to call him and ask him to come back. He seemed annoyed but came back, and then they let us know our baby had to be transferred because of breathing issues.