Part of me is disgusted that I let him talk to me like that. I am starting to feel picked on. This is how I grew up. I escaped that many, many years ago. To be re-living it, is really not cool.
I worry about the example I am setting for my children.
I resented the he!! out of my mom when I had children. How on earth did she not love us enough to shield us from his venom? I don't want my kids to feel that way about me and I don't want them to suffer with that for themselves.
Will my son think it's ok for his wife to do everything for him?
Will my daughter's think that they are responsible for everything from the driveway back?
Will my kids think it's ok to talk to their spouses this way?
I'm torn.
Setting boundaries might be good for me, but kill my marriage. Which, I still believe can be saved.
I feel like no matter which way I turn there is no easy answer nor solution that is not going to have very uncomfortable consequences.
Do I sacrifice myself for the sake of my family? Am I strong enough to do that? I don't know those answers yet.
