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TheRandomDude
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She Cat - It is for the kid. I hated when my family split but at the same time I liked them not fighting as much and being able to just be people who were there for their kids instead of fighting and thinking that it is to help the kids. I am realizing now though that without change (and I doubt that change will ever come) this relationship is as good as what I left in the toilet. I just hate to have to split and cause our child to go through all the typical child of divorce questions that never really get answered.
Lily D - I respond all over the place but usually out of a place of hurt. If all is fine and the day is going great then I am fine. If she starts nitpicking at everything I do then my mood changes and I become very defensive. If she says something completely ridiculous then I will go out of my way to try to get her to understand why what she said was not right. For example - Last night she pointed at the couch and told me go to kill myself the same way my dad did (He shot himself on his couch in his living room). After that happened I called her a bitch, c*nt, slut, whore, fat, ugly, dirty, stupid and a cheater (The first one was the only thing I felt was true at the time but I threw in the rest just to hurt because of what was said. After that I kept asking "So you want me to kill myself? That's what you want?" and when she said yes and that she didn't care anymore I went and wrote a note saying it was her fault and started telling her that if I am going to kill myself I want to make sure my mom knows its because she told me to and not because I wanted to. I had no intention of doing it and she knew that but I felt that laying out the process visually would make it sink in. I took a picture of myself holding the note and told her I would send it to my mom so that she knows and then I would send it to her family as well.
She then started to back peddle and tell me to stop and that I was upsetting her. I just kept saying "That's what want isn't it? You want me to die! Why are you upset when you told me you hate me, want me to die, want me to die the same way my dad did and want me to do it in the house? Don't you want our kid to end up like me? Don't you want our kid to have to cleanup my blood and brains too so he can be as f*cked up as I am?" to which she just kept saying I was being dramatic and needed to stop. I went in the garage and told her don't come in and to just tell the police to come but don't come in and don't let our kid come in. I think that is when she got the point. I came back upstairs and sat in the bed with her and our kid and before she went to sleep she asked "Are you going to call me fat again?" and went to sleep.
Lily D - I respond all over the place but usually out of a place of hurt. If all is fine and the day is going great then I am fine. If she starts nitpicking at everything I do then my mood changes and I become very defensive. If she says something completely ridiculous then I will go out of my way to try to get her to understand why what she said was not right. For example - Last night she pointed at the couch and told me go to kill myself the same way my dad did (He shot himself on his couch in his living room). After that happened I called her a bitch, c*nt, slut, whore, fat, ugly, dirty, stupid and a cheater (The first one was the only thing I felt was true at the time but I threw in the rest just to hurt because of what was said. After that I kept asking "So you want me to kill myself? That's what you want?" and when she said yes and that she didn't care anymore I went and wrote a note saying it was her fault and started telling her that if I am going to kill myself I want to make sure my mom knows its because she told me to and not because I wanted to. I had no intention of doing it and she knew that but I felt that laying out the process visually would make it sink in. I took a picture of myself holding the note and told her I would send it to my mom so that she knows and then I would send it to her family as well.
She then started to back peddle and tell me to stop and that I was upsetting her. I just kept saying "That's what want isn't it? You want me to die! Why are you upset when you told me you hate me, want me to die, want me to die the same way my dad did and want me to do it in the house? Don't you want our kid to end up like me? Don't you want our kid to have to cleanup my blood and brains too so he can be as f*cked up as I am?" to which she just kept saying I was being dramatic and needed to stop. I went in the garage and told her don't come in and to just tell the police to come but don't come in and don't let our kid come in. I think that is when she got the point. I came back upstairs and sat in the bed with her and our kid and before she went to sleep she asked "Are you going to call me fat again?" and went to sleep.