As I am writing this, I am feeling both angry and scared. Dammed if you and dammed if you don’t.
Well let me start of with the a little background. I am a 41 year old male, have been married to my wife for 6 years now. We have two daughters, ages 5 and 1.5. This is my second marriage, and a such I was very vulnerable to start off with. I was feeling so lonely that I was willing to accept any love. We got married after a very short courtship (8 months of which we were engaged for 3 of those months). During the courtship, she made life very difficult for me. I had to destroy everything that related to my previous marriage. She consistently inspected my phone, emails. She accused me still talking to my ex (which was not the case at all, as I so wanted to make it work that I would do anything to please her). All the signs were there, but I chose to ignore them. For example, I was not allowed to come to her town for the first 3 months as if she was hiding something. She would break promises, not pitch for dates, and leave her phone off for days (but there was always an excuse). But I was persistent (love can fix anything, so I believed).
To top things off, she fell pregnant a month before or wedding date (no turning back now). The first 8 months went very well .... she was pregnant and I took care of all her wishes like a good husband should. Then our firstborn arrived. And then it all started, from threatening to kill her, consistently putting me down in front of our friends in social situations, inspecting my phone and computer even more. I had to go and sleep every evening at 8 with her. I was not allowed to watch TV in without her. I bought her everything she wanted (If I only get this or that .... I will be happy, and I believed her). Then she tried to alienate me from friends and family, whilst the only people we socialised with was her family and friends. All mine had some problem. At the height of this phase, she outright told me that she has no respect for me, swearing at me and even physically trying to challenge me when she had too much to drink. She gave the one ultimatum after the other ... I had to choose between her and my work, friends family. I got so far as that I was not allowed to show too much affection to our daughter because she is supposed to be number one in my life, not my child.
So after three years, she had an affair. During this period, the abuse was intolerable. On occasion she would walked into my office ( a business of which I am the CEO of) and demanded that she wants to inspect my computer now, whilst shouting at the top of her voice. I allowed it. She find anything she could to try and make me feel guilty. And so it went on.
Then, to my surprise (she was supposed to be on birth control pills), she announced that we are expecting another child. I was stunned but happy at the same time.
Two months later,it reached a breaking point. She aqcuised me of having an affair with my gym instructoress. In the process, she turned my whole family against me, with only my brother believing me. That day I told her that she had gone to far (even telling my three year old daughter that I am kissing other women which promptly asked me why I did that). She even went as far as going to the gym, and confronting the girl in public. I was forced to stop going the that gym, and cancelling my instructor classes purely out of embarrassment.
From that incident, I lost all my love and respect for her. I thought that if I could just stay there, it would in time get better. But the resentment only grew more and more! In the process I started changing in order to cope with her. I started to become a cold person, so that she could not affect me so much and be less prone to manipulation. I have been for counselling on my own for months now, all advising me to pack my bags and go. They mentioned words like sociopaths and multiple personality disorder, of which none gave me any comfort. I love my children, but I cannot take the manipulation any further. Just last week she threatened to call the police in order to stop my from taking my oldest on a camping trip as I am a unfit and irresponsible father. And then the next morning she will pack our suitcases and gear. I don’t know what to make of it anymore.
It feels like I am the one that is going to break the marriage, but I have to save myself whist there is still something left of me. Otherwise my children will never come to learn me for who I really am.
Logically speaking, I know I have to end this. But emotionally, it will break my heart to tell the kids that daddy and mummy is no longer going to be living together. What to do?