Thank you for such an honest post, V. It is helpful to know you also struggle. I found a photo from a year ago that set me off, him waiting for me to come in from paddleboard with coffee in hand, smiling, dog at feet. I keep thi MJ g none of this could have been as awful as it seemed, it's impossible.
He said to me that day in the cafe, how he'd lost his temper before...and I wonder, did I really think he would have hurt me? He seemed to think it was ridiculous. Maybe I was knee jerk in telling him to leave, but at the time, him sitting there without a care telling me he couldn't promise it wouldn't happen again...he told me later he was mad at me those days and is why he didn't talk to me...I wonder sometimes was it abuse or just immaturity?
My heart is so sad and I know I have not dropped the rope quite yet.
V, thank you for all of your contributions. I will start a new thread.
I vote for V is for Vanilla - after the movie, V is for Vendetta. It's aBritish movie about freedom. And they say a life well lived is the best revenge.
Mid 30's Psych-abusive M with violent tantrums from XH D 9/15; NC forever on
