incopho
21st April 2008, 02:43 AM
Its difficult to gauge whether it would be better to start a new thread or try to butt into an existing one. I've browsed through a few and these pages are filled with people who are in equal amounts of pain to myself (as if pain can be measured!). I became so desperate to have someone to talk to that I started a blog of my thoughts but find that still doesnt help me as I need some sort of feedback in order to make sense of things.
I am male and 34 as my profile suggests. My partner of 15 years (soon to be 16) and I are right in the middle of what feels like the worlds hardest separation. We have a mutual 6 year old girl who is the absolute apple of my eye and I would litterally do anything for her, and there lies the problem.
I shall call my partner D. D and I have been having trouble for a number of years - probably a decade if I am honest. There have been no affairs but the spark that attracted us in the heady early days died and what was left was what some of the contributors comment on as being the hard grind of marriage. It can be hard work. Now I am not saying for one moment that I am perfect, I have a list of problems as long as my arm and I will admit to them but D has some overt ones that are hard to ignore. She insisted on controlling every aspect of my life and I mean every aspect. I submitted to this since I felt that this was the one and that no-one ever took notice of me anyway so I might as well stick it out. Against my families wishes I tried to make a go of the relationship. I ended up 5 years ago having what amounted to no life at all. I was prevented from attending any sort of event or meeting outside the marriage be it sports (I play tennis), work (not able to go to Christmas parties), family (told I cant see them as they are evil and dont like D), friends (why would you want to spend time with them when I am alone at home). In the mean time she did not work, stayed home and I went out to earn the bread and pay for the home etc. When I got home I would have to cart her around to get the things that she needed and to do the shopping. I wasnt allowed to do that since I would get it wrong - stupid man I would be told. Men dont know how to shop. At home I would be told what to wear, how to live, not to make a mess and be grateful for having a partner that gave me a child - which of course I was, since I always thought I would be alone when I was at school.
We went on a trip to see family (abroad) and that brought things to a head. She went for a week ahead of me, in the hope that when I got there I would be able to see my family. It ended up that I felt so guilty for removing her from her family (we emigrated) that the week that I was there I and my daughter saw my family a total of 8 hours or so. It was dreadful. My family were very angry and directed the anger at me at the time. When we got back to the UK my sister in law called D and let rip telling her she was selfish and many other things besides. This of course made it back to me and I felt obliged to cut contact with my family, the alternative was to be alone and lose my daughter - both massive threats to me.
The following days got so bad that in the end I broke down and told D that I did not love her anymore and that I could not continue like this. I felt like I had no life, no family and no support. I felt boxed in, a trapped helpless animal.
She took this news very badly and reacted very harshly, initially I think to intimidate me back into my box. Standing up to her was something I just did not do and she made sure that I was punished for it through her cutting use of laguage to belittle me throught to all but eliminiting close physical contact. The latter didn't bother me too much as I didn't believe that it was right to pursue close contact with someone that I supposedly dont love. Anyway, I realised that what I has said was rubbish and that I did love her but that I needed her to understand that I need a bit more space - I was being suffocated. Repeatedly trying to explain this to her just left me feeling emotionally battered - she is able to pull the strings so effectively that I simply am not able to make headway.
So, 3 years after the above happened - and after us agreeing to part ways we were still together under the same roof and I was still feeling boxed in and trapped and unloved and lonely, lonely, lonely. I guess it shows what a wimp I am that I let it go on for so long without taking more concrete steps - I didnt for my daughter's sake.
Last summer I had the fright of my life. I will never forget that moment. I borrowed her phone to make a call. I had just come back from my fathers funeral - a hard time for me. I opened the inbox for some reason, probably fat fingers but I am glad I did. In there was a text stating that the sender had had a lovely time and had wanted to see D again as soon as possible. There were other texts too, stretching back to the beginning of the summer and also from mutual friends whom she had told and had subsequently advised her to tell me straight away. I now know why people use the term, my heart jumped into my throat, I just could not believe what I was reading. She was upstairs at the time and I had to quickly retreat when she came down. Later I went and double checked and sure enough the messages were there - plain to read. I was devastated. Here was proof positive that I was being used as a willing donkey to pay all the bills and provide a free and easy ride for her while she was seeing another or other men. I had no idea.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to confront her with this. She hottly denied any wrong doing saying that since we had decided to split up it was fine for her to speak with other men and have other male friends. Something I agree with and I asked her to try to remain sensitive since it was like a red hot stake through the heart for me to think that she was in love with another man. I left it there but after a month or so one of the texters became a frequent texter - something like a frequent flyer. They would exchanve multiple texts every day and I began to notice abnormal patterns of behaviour in D like new clothing, not comming home until late evening, spending lots of time at this persons place of work etc. In fact she picked up some volunteer work at his place of work, something I was proud of for a while but I soon realised that she was doing this to be close to him.
In December last year it became unbearable for me. She started seeing him daily, he would come into our (my, I own it) house, eat the food out the fridge that she had prepared for him (and I would get the leftovers at night when I got back from work), she made sure that he befriended my daughter and she has grown quite attached to him - culminating in her even spending nights at his place under the pretense of working with him on his business.
She had no idea (or at least pretented to) what this was doing to me. Christmas was an absolute disaster, she wanted to be with him, I wanted my family back, we were both lonely and the tension in the air was palpable. Our little girl was so distressed by all this that she spent Christmas morning in tears - unable to decide which present to open. The smallest thing causing her to cry.
In January I could not take it anymore - I confronted her again about the relationship she was having which was denied. I was told how insecure I am and how I should sort myself out and get my self esteem sorted out otherwise no-one would ever love me. On the 15th I handed her a financial settlement and childcare plan in draft. I wanted her to know I was serious.
Since then, life has deteriorated to such an extent that I have found myself: on anti-depressants, seeing counsilors, spending all night awake regularly (see time of this post), unable to focus on work, crying my eyes out in church etc, etc. My friends have tried hard to support me but things are so bad now that even they are struggling since she insists on spreading poison about me to our social circle. Most dont believe a word of it but some do and that hurts like hell. I have now been accused of being alcoholic (I am as near T total as can be), substance abuser (drinking while on anti D's, not true as I stopped taking them almost as soon as I started, believing that I dont need drugs), drinking under influence, emotionally abusive, psychologically unstable, bipolar and some other choice things. All these things are probably said to intimidate or influence me in some way but they do hurt when I try to be a good person and nothing less and most of all I try to do the best by my little girl as I can.
Well, having summarised the general situation, and there is lost more, the clincher for me posting here has been the latest iteration of mindgames that D has employed. I was forced to get solicitors involved as she had done nothing about getting herself sorted out and out the house by 15 March (2 months after I first gave her the draft agreement and she ignored it). That provoked an unprecedented attack. She has now stopped communication and has been telling our little girl that I try to buy her affection and that I am a bad dad. The little thing is completely confused and refused to let me do what I always do for her. I get her ready for school every day of the week. Last Thu she refused and mummy had to come to the rescue spouting syrup out her mouth to the child and telling her how daddy wants to snatch her away from mummy and how she was going to ring 999 to stop me doing it.
It broke my heart to have my little girl look up at me with confusion in her eyes. I could see her thoughts, daddy I know you love me but why would you be doing to me what mummy says, do you really love me?:(
So some advice from anyone reading this would be gratefully accepted. As a dad, have I got a hope of doing what I believe is best for my daughter and asking to keep her with me for 3 nights in a week. How will my little girl cope. What tactics can I use to overcome the emotional blackmail that D has over me. Will I ever feel alive again. Will I ever see the sun again? If and when she gets a solicitor will they take me apart bearing in mind she has no work, no source of income, no place to stay)?
Posted by a sad, sad person.
I am male and 34 as my profile suggests. My partner of 15 years (soon to be 16) and I are right in the middle of what feels like the worlds hardest separation. We have a mutual 6 year old girl who is the absolute apple of my eye and I would litterally do anything for her, and there lies the problem.
I shall call my partner D. D and I have been having trouble for a number of years - probably a decade if I am honest. There have been no affairs but the spark that attracted us in the heady early days died and what was left was what some of the contributors comment on as being the hard grind of marriage. It can be hard work. Now I am not saying for one moment that I am perfect, I have a list of problems as long as my arm and I will admit to them but D has some overt ones that are hard to ignore. She insisted on controlling every aspect of my life and I mean every aspect. I submitted to this since I felt that this was the one and that no-one ever took notice of me anyway so I might as well stick it out. Against my families wishes I tried to make a go of the relationship. I ended up 5 years ago having what amounted to no life at all. I was prevented from attending any sort of event or meeting outside the marriage be it sports (I play tennis), work (not able to go to Christmas parties), family (told I cant see them as they are evil and dont like D), friends (why would you want to spend time with them when I am alone at home). In the mean time she did not work, stayed home and I went out to earn the bread and pay for the home etc. When I got home I would have to cart her around to get the things that she needed and to do the shopping. I wasnt allowed to do that since I would get it wrong - stupid man I would be told. Men dont know how to shop. At home I would be told what to wear, how to live, not to make a mess and be grateful for having a partner that gave me a child - which of course I was, since I always thought I would be alone when I was at school.
We went on a trip to see family (abroad) and that brought things to a head. She went for a week ahead of me, in the hope that when I got there I would be able to see my family. It ended up that I felt so guilty for removing her from her family (we emigrated) that the week that I was there I and my daughter saw my family a total of 8 hours or so. It was dreadful. My family were very angry and directed the anger at me at the time. When we got back to the UK my sister in law called D and let rip telling her she was selfish and many other things besides. This of course made it back to me and I felt obliged to cut contact with my family, the alternative was to be alone and lose my daughter - both massive threats to me.
The following days got so bad that in the end I broke down and told D that I did not love her anymore and that I could not continue like this. I felt like I had no life, no family and no support. I felt boxed in, a trapped helpless animal.
She took this news very badly and reacted very harshly, initially I think to intimidate me back into my box. Standing up to her was something I just did not do and she made sure that I was punished for it through her cutting use of laguage to belittle me throught to all but eliminiting close physical contact. The latter didn't bother me too much as I didn't believe that it was right to pursue close contact with someone that I supposedly dont love. Anyway, I realised that what I has said was rubbish and that I did love her but that I needed her to understand that I need a bit more space - I was being suffocated. Repeatedly trying to explain this to her just left me feeling emotionally battered - she is able to pull the strings so effectively that I simply am not able to make headway.
So, 3 years after the above happened - and after us agreeing to part ways we were still together under the same roof and I was still feeling boxed in and trapped and unloved and lonely, lonely, lonely. I guess it shows what a wimp I am that I let it go on for so long without taking more concrete steps - I didnt for my daughter's sake.
Last summer I had the fright of my life. I will never forget that moment. I borrowed her phone to make a call. I had just come back from my fathers funeral - a hard time for me. I opened the inbox for some reason, probably fat fingers but I am glad I did. In there was a text stating that the sender had had a lovely time and had wanted to see D again as soon as possible. There were other texts too, stretching back to the beginning of the summer and also from mutual friends whom she had told and had subsequently advised her to tell me straight away. I now know why people use the term, my heart jumped into my throat, I just could not believe what I was reading. She was upstairs at the time and I had to quickly retreat when she came down. Later I went and double checked and sure enough the messages were there - plain to read. I was devastated. Here was proof positive that I was being used as a willing donkey to pay all the bills and provide a free and easy ride for her while she was seeing another or other men. I had no idea.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to confront her with this. She hottly denied any wrong doing saying that since we had decided to split up it was fine for her to speak with other men and have other male friends. Something I agree with and I asked her to try to remain sensitive since it was like a red hot stake through the heart for me to think that she was in love with another man. I left it there but after a month or so one of the texters became a frequent texter - something like a frequent flyer. They would exchanve multiple texts every day and I began to notice abnormal patterns of behaviour in D like new clothing, not comming home until late evening, spending lots of time at this persons place of work etc. In fact she picked up some volunteer work at his place of work, something I was proud of for a while but I soon realised that she was doing this to be close to him.
In December last year it became unbearable for me. She started seeing him daily, he would come into our (my, I own it) house, eat the food out the fridge that she had prepared for him (and I would get the leftovers at night when I got back from work), she made sure that he befriended my daughter and she has grown quite attached to him - culminating in her even spending nights at his place under the pretense of working with him on his business.
She had no idea (or at least pretented to) what this was doing to me. Christmas was an absolute disaster, she wanted to be with him, I wanted my family back, we were both lonely and the tension in the air was palpable. Our little girl was so distressed by all this that she spent Christmas morning in tears - unable to decide which present to open. The smallest thing causing her to cry.
In January I could not take it anymore - I confronted her again about the relationship she was having which was denied. I was told how insecure I am and how I should sort myself out and get my self esteem sorted out otherwise no-one would ever love me. On the 15th I handed her a financial settlement and childcare plan in draft. I wanted her to know I was serious.
Since then, life has deteriorated to such an extent that I have found myself: on anti-depressants, seeing counsilors, spending all night awake regularly (see time of this post), unable to focus on work, crying my eyes out in church etc, etc. My friends have tried hard to support me but things are so bad now that even they are struggling since she insists on spreading poison about me to our social circle. Most dont believe a word of it but some do and that hurts like hell. I have now been accused of being alcoholic (I am as near T total as can be), substance abuser (drinking while on anti D's, not true as I stopped taking them almost as soon as I started, believing that I dont need drugs), drinking under influence, emotionally abusive, psychologically unstable, bipolar and some other choice things. All these things are probably said to intimidate or influence me in some way but they do hurt when I try to be a good person and nothing less and most of all I try to do the best by my little girl as I can.
Well, having summarised the general situation, and there is lost more, the clincher for me posting here has been the latest iteration of mindgames that D has employed. I was forced to get solicitors involved as she had done nothing about getting herself sorted out and out the house by 15 March (2 months after I first gave her the draft agreement and she ignored it). That provoked an unprecedented attack. She has now stopped communication and has been telling our little girl that I try to buy her affection and that I am a bad dad. The little thing is completely confused and refused to let me do what I always do for her. I get her ready for school every day of the week. Last Thu she refused and mummy had to come to the rescue spouting syrup out her mouth to the child and telling her how daddy wants to snatch her away from mummy and how she was going to ring 999 to stop me doing it.
It broke my heart to have my little girl look up at me with confusion in her eyes. I could see her thoughts, daddy I know you love me but why would you be doing to me what mummy says, do you really love me?:(
So some advice from anyone reading this would be gratefully accepted. As a dad, have I got a hope of doing what I believe is best for my daughter and asking to keep her with me for 3 nights in a week. How will my little girl cope. What tactics can I use to overcome the emotional blackmail that D has over me. Will I ever feel alive again. Will I ever see the sun again? If and when she gets a solicitor will they take me apart bearing in mind she has no work, no source of income, no place to stay)?
Posted by a sad, sad person.