GoatGal, you are absolutely right. I was being too attentive, too responsive and too available for H. I was being treated like a doormat. My blow up on Monday was just me reaching my boiling point. And after Monday's anxiety and yesterday's cry-fest, I feel much saner today. It's like I had a bit of an epiphany and I see now the distance I need to keep from him. Not for him but for ME. To protect myself and my sanity.
You made me laugh out loud with your description of what you called your H because that was me on Monday. I never cursed that much in my life, never felt such rage and exploded like that in my life. I seriously was insane. The name calling of H and OW didn't stop. And that's exactly it. At this point I can't handle the disrespect anymore. The comings and goings, the posting of what he's doing, the disrespect of my kids, not spending any time with them when they crave him. Why are you here then? You want nothing to do with me or the kids then go.
Me: 35, H: 36, M: 6, S: 1, D: 3, BD: 4/21/14 H still living at home