The last couple of days at my house have not been easy. In fact, they have been extremely difficult. My son is now gone and I don’t know when, or if, he’ll be back and I am nothing more than a liar. The time has come to make a decision. Living with someone who has no problems calling his wife, and daughter for that matter, a liar is too much.
Here’s the story. My “husband” lives with this idea that he is owed by the world, but more specifically, me and the kids. We are supposed to worship the ground he walks on and he is not obligated in any way to be emotionally supportive to us. I say this because we are not able to talk to him about anything significant. He doesn’t listen or he acts like you have a problem because you don’t look at the situation from his perspective. What this turns out to be is that he can’t be bothered by outside events or emotions.
Last night he blew up. Our son did not mow the yard when he told him to so he lost it. Now, our son has emotional issues that make it difficult for him to cope in normal ways. I’m not in any way excusing him for not doing what he was asked to do. He should have just gone and mowed the yard. What ended up happening was my husband calling me a liar and our son not coming back here.
I can’t continue this. I know I will die if I don’t do something else. Right now I have nowhere to go so I’m in a spot. I have spent my entire married life not being good enough for him or his family. Of course, my family would never treat him the way he and his have treated me so I’m not sure where the idea that they somehow are better than me comes from. Last night he called me a liar and he’s had no problem in the past calling me a fucking bitch, so I know how he feels.
There will be a change. I just don’t know when or how at this point. I’ll keep you posted.