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So fast forward. Over the past several weeks I have experienced nothing by pure hell. And believe me, I know it is my fault. I have let the guilt of ...."well this is really the only stability my kids have or this has been their house for blah blah years or better yet....I know he is *sick* with OCPD and since he wont admit it I have to support him". UGH!
Well that behavior in my mind got me NO WHERE fast. What a codependent I am. Just sad.
So I will just fill all in on the hell I have been through...
Christmas, as with most moms, is the most important time of the year for me. Every year I think "this is finally going to be the Christmas I dream of" and every freaking year it is the same thing. So this year....after months of supressing little things here and there, it was once again ruined. I pulled through for my kids and made sure they didn't see any of it. Or so I thought. You see, we had just finished a 4 year court battle that I was the ROCK of. I supported him non stop. He was really screwed by his ex in his custody with his kids. I pushed it along and really thought he should get his kids the amount of time he deserved. So the judge FINALLY ruled on this at the beginning of December. OK Finally we can relax and have a beautiful Christmas.
Uh. No. What in God's name was I thinking? Me? Happy? Nonsense.
We go to my family's Christmas function, and some people in my family had too much to drink. This to him was offensive since we were around children. They are all adults and can drink whatever they want. Told me he would never go to a function with a particular family member again.
Ok. Whatever. It hurt, but whatever. We get to Christmas day. I had told him a few days earlier that I was going to go to my sisters a few hours and exchange gifts with cousins and would like for his kids and him to go as well. He proceeded to tell me that he was going to just stay with his kids at "our" house ("our"...that is a joke). So I was once again hurt but didn't argue. Christmas day we were with our kids from early afternoon until 6...when I was going to leave to go to my sister's. I fixed a nice filet mignon lunch/dinner. We opened gifts, played, then dinner. I had to make a few comments to our boys for their behavior at the table. His son was doing things that was making me feel queezy so I asked him to stop. He was farting at the table. I asked to stop a second time. At that point I was not backed by my husband. So I let it go. Finished my dinner and when SS would do something I would give him a look of "could you please stop"...it didn't.
I go to my sister's for 2 hours. Return with my husband and his kids walking out the door. Huh? "my kids are going home"...WTF? He returns. Looks at me...."Get to our room". So like a child about to be reprimanded, I go to our room. He blows up..."I DO NOT LIKE YOU. I CANNOT STAND YOU. I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE. I WANT YOU OUT OF MY FACE. I WANT YOU AND YOUR F*#*ING KIDS GONE. GONE!!!!! I DO NOT LOVE YOU ANYMORE" Merry Christmas to me. My kids are playing down stairs and I am bawling upstairs. Where did this come from you ask? Oh...let me explain.
His son had wanted to return home to his mother's all day to play with his toys there...since they were "soooo much better" than what they got at our house. So after I left, SS had a meltdown saying he wanted to go home...again. He was told no again. He took it up a notch. "I don't want to be here. I hate it here. I never want to come here ever again". So of course it is my fault. Because I repremanded his son and gave him a look.
Fast Forward again...the next week, I am so sad. I tell him I won't get onto his kids ever again. I will do my best and make it a happy home...blah blah.

I am told no that he cannot ever trust me with his kids...that I am disgusting. And again...a wounded puppy...I ask for forgiveness.
This weekend, he told me if I would do a list of things that I could stay and we could try and work this out. The list included
* that my son move into my daughter's room so his son doesn't have to look at my son's mess all of the time. HE IS 9!!!! What 9 year old doesn't have legos on the floor??????
*get all of my sh*%t out of the house that is junk (my things I like to decorate with)
*come home and clean every day after working a 12 hour day.
*no more excuses...if I have a bad day it can't be an excuse.
And then i was told again about my ADHD son that he really can't stand to be around him. That he can't even look at him when he is eating. He disgusts him. He can't even look at him period. He drives him crazy.
I leave yesterday to run an errand and come home and he has moved my son who lives here full time out of the room with SS and into my daughter's room. Because it is time one of his kids (who are here approx. 4-6 nights a month) have their own room. And I am an idiot for not understanding this.
I am beside myself with this. He thinks it is SOOO FAIR and SOOOO right that I am almost believing I am the one who is crazy for doubting this. Am I being unfair for wanting my son not to have to share his room with his sister? They are here EVERY DAY and I cant really think of any of my students or his friends that have ever said they share a room with their sister. And honestly I really wouldn't mind it if we had no choice. But to kick him out because of this????
I REALLLY NEED someone to coach me along and keep my strength and motivation going. I have to leave this man. I HAVE TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so angry at myself. He is already trying to gaslight. But at the same time tells me I would be much happier if I leave. But as soon as I agree he is turning his crap around and being nice.
Help???