8 months? Oy! I hate to say this but you have to put your energy into yourself and move on.
I haven't followed this whole thread but I did just read your first and last post and there are so many red flags.
*Long distance
*Secret phone calls with women
*Telling you what to do (sell your house, move to him, where to put your belongings...)
*Has dad throw you out with no explanation.
*Cruel to you
*Makes you feel horrible
*No remorse
Any ONE of those ^^^ things is reason enough to end things. imo
He doesn't deserve your loyalty.
Do you have a therapist? You need someone irl to help you through this.
P.S. go get a kitten.
I am starting to come out of the fog of the relationship, 8 months later. As I've been reading more about abusive relationships and narcissistic abuse in relationships, I see that there are a lot of things my partner has done to me over the years that do qualify as abuse:
-Telling me, "I'm fine because I'm only treating you badly and only feel differently about you; I'm fine with everyone else" and that he "reached his limit with me," and trying to make me believe that I did bad things that I know I didn't and that I'm a liar is a continuation of what he has always done to me in the relationship, especially in regard to his daughter. He told me early on that, "I'd be sad to lose my daughter, but I wouldn't be sad if I lost you," and was always telling me that it was fine for his daughter to call me names and threaten me and go through my things and put PineSol in my drink and harass me online because *I* had to "earn respect" from him and her and if I was bothered by how she was treating me, I was the one who needed to grow up or get over it. I always had to earn respect somehow and being kind and forgiving wasn't enough; she never had to be respectful and he never had to teach her respect. The fact that he thinks everything is fine because he is "only" hurting me really says everything. I am starting to realize that I never really mattered or counted, even when he was pleased with me, and there was a lot of me twisting myself into knots trying to make him happy and to get him to love me and make sure I didn't upset anyone and risk losing that love. He made me believe that how he treated me was based on my behavior, but it wasn't really; it was just based on his whims.
-He would tell me that he wanted to do things and then get angry with me when we did what he said he wanted (like stopping at a beach on the way home one time, where he kept insisting that we stop and then, as soon as we were out of the truck, he started giving me the silent treatment while I tried to be cheerful and figure out what was wrong, and then he complained the whole rest of the ride home that we shouldn't have stopped and didn't have time to be there and made it seem like I had wanted to stop when it hadn't been my idea at all and I even asked him not to stop because I was tired). He would often ask me what I wanted to do only to belittle my suggestion and get angry about it and act like I was asking for too much (dinner plans, weekend plans, what movie we wanted to watch, and on and on). He even asked me two years ago what I wanted for Christmas and insisted that I make a list for him and, when I did, he then spent weeks telling me that everything on the list was too expensive when most of it was $10-30 things on etsy, and he told me that he was really disappointed in me for giving him a list like that. Then, this past Christmas, he told me that he wished I were as smart as his daughter and that he wished I made things easy on him like she does and that she gave him a 3 page long Christmas list with links and why couldn't I be more like her? Everything on her list was expensive, ranging from a new laptop to designer purses and perfumes and 'sexy' outfits and 'cash for tattoos, piercings, nails and eyelashes.' He thought that was smart and wonderful and he was so grateful, but when I had asked for little decorative things on etsy for our home, after he insisted that he wanted a list, he acted like I was a monster and being selfish and asking for too much.
-Getting angry at me, but never clarifying why or what I did (because, I am just now realizing, I didn't actually do anything wrong), simply telling me that he's not as good at communicating as I am, but that I knew what I did (I don't know). His ex-wife and kids could insult him or upset him and he would pick a fight with me and scream at me until I dissociated and fell apart, and then he'd get angry at me for being unstable, instead of ever addressing the person who actually upset him.
-He would tell me when he found other women attractive and what traits he found attractive in them, after I'd already caught him cheating on me, and then would badger me about why I was so insecure and why he couldn't even comment on something like another woman's beautiful hair without me wondering if I should dye mine to match. I had to beg him probably a hundred times to stop telling me when he found other women attractive and to not blatantly look at other women in front of me. He acted like I was jealous and unreasonable when he was actively hurting me and whittling away at me. If I had ever hinted that I found another man attractive in any way, he would have lost it, because I accidentally made comments that were construed that way a couple of times and he did get upset. One time he took me to the beach and spent the whole time staring at teenage girls playing in the water, dead silent, while I stood there feeling so ugly, awkward and boring.
-When I expressed that I was uncomfortable roleplaying as his underage daughter in bed after he got custody of her and we were living with her, he accused me of being sick for wondering if he was thinking about his actual daughter and not a fantasy girl, and he insisted that we stop doing what I liked in bed too as punishment. I tried to explain to him that the incest roleplay was triggering me as someone who was raped by their own half brother and half sister growing up, and that I was uncomfortable doing that when his actual daughter was home in particular, and he is still mad about it. When I asked him for examples of how he reached his limit with me and how I made him feel inappropriate with his daughter, this is the only example he keeps bringing up, that I had the nerve to ask him who he was thinking about and I didn't want to roleplay as an underage daughter anymore. I also once went through his search history and realized that he was looking at his daughter's underage friends' bikini photos over and over and confronted him about that and he just wanted to brush that off as me being crazy for going through his search history. Right after I discovered that he was looking at the one underage girl's butt for over a week, deliberately going back to look at her raciest photo over and over, his daughter begged to move the girl into the house and I said no and he said yes and then tried to lie to me about her living in our house while I was gone. I realized everything was wrong when the girl kept walking into our home while we were on the phone and saying things like, "Hi, daddy, I'm hooome!"... Then he didn't want to throw the girl out and I didn't come back for 5 months and he acted like I was a monster for not wanting to live with his daughter and this 'friend' who was on drugs and had repeatedly threatened to kill me over the years. The daughter and this friend used to stand in the house and out on the driveway screaming about "beating that bitch's ass" and for me to come out of my room to "get killed" and I was the "bitch" they were always talking about beating up. And he knew about all of that and expected me to live in that dysfunction and acted like I was unreasonable for saying no. I put my foot down and refused to come back and he wound up buying the girl and his daughter an apartment and paying for all of their new furniture and everything, and he got mad at me for 'forcing his daughter out.' She was 19 at that point and I didn't say that she had to go, just the extra girl that they'd brought in, who I had always had problems with and who was on drugs (why her own parents kicked her out). Then when I did come home, he pouted about missing his daughter (who he moved literally a 5 minute walk away from our house) and took it out on me. I could see the girls moving out on our one in-house camera and the friend kept insisting that she wanted my partner to give her my TV. He didn't give her my TV, but when I came home, he lied about taking me out on our boat and we drove way out of town and, I realized when we got to our destination, he bought the girl a huge, refurbished flat screen... after paying for a new bedroom set for her and all of the other furniture and kitchen supplies and the actual rent... there was a lot of me feeling stupid, humiliated, and lied to over the years that I tried to ignore because the good times were great and I wanted to regain his approval constantly. Taking me to buy that girl a TV and lying about where we were going is one of those humiliating times.
-When I needed surgery and wanted to come and stay with him for a few weeks before my surgery, he got mad and accused me of trying to ruin his alone time and Christmas with his daughter (she was 21 at the time), as though I had them schedule an emergency surgery just to ruin their Christmas somehow. He was mean to me all the way up to my surgery and I found out he was talking to another girl literally during my surgery. He promised me he would fly in and be there for my actual surgery and, of course, he didn't do that at all.
-I was reading about triangulation today and realized that he often pitted me against other women he was talking to and even his own daughter to keep me feeling insecure and unsure of my standing in our life together. Especially his own daughter. I felt so happy when, just last year, he finally told me that he loved me AS MUCH as his daughter and that he loved me and I had the third place in his life next to his kids (right before actually dumping me and mostly ghosting me), and I realize now how sick that is. I've been extra confused the past few months because he would talk to me about staying together and figuring things out and then other people were telling me that he was telling them that I'm his crazy ex who can't let go and I'm irrelevant bullshit. I think he was just playing me and keeping me on the hook while tearing me apart to other people we talk to.
I don't know if any of this makes sense. I'm finally allowing myself to look at the bad times and bad behavior and the red flags and all the times that I was hurt and it's a lot and it's a lot to even admit to. It frightens me that, even acknowledging how bad things got at times, I'm still not sure that I wouldn't take him back if he wanted to get back together. The push and pull of how he treated me when he was "happy with me" and how he treated me when he was "mad at me" and how I had to twist myself up into knots to try to get him to be happy again... it's a hard cycle... and when things were good, they were so good and felt so perfect and romantic to me, and they were so horrific and abusive when they were bad...
In February, he told me that I should leave my cat with him until I got moved and then he would bring her to me, and he made it sound like we were going to get back together and that he would be so heartbroken if I took the cat and that he was struggling so much, so I left her there. Now that I'm moved in with my sister and settled in, I asked him today if he would bring my cat to me or, if he is unable, I offered to come and get her (it's a 16 hour drive). Now he's refusing to give me the cat until I move into my own place. He knows that I'm sick and that I need help and that I'm planning on living with my sister for the next 3-7 years. He's been to her house and it's a beautiful 4,000 square foot home in a relatively crime-free, affluent area, and will be 6,000 square feet once they finish the walkout basement that's going to be my permanent 'apartment.' Him insisting that I move out before I can have my cat feels like just another bait and switch and trying to control my life. He knows that I'm so sick and so stressed and he can't keep any of his promises to me ever. His word means nothing. I feel so disappointed in him and so let down and so stressed. I feel like I've put up with so much from him and his family and friends over the years and I've done it with love and forgiveness and kindness and he just keeps spitting on me. Now I don't know what to do. It's like he knows I have cancer and I'm suicidal and struggling and he smirks at me and tells me that I need to move out on my own to get my pet back... that I have to be alone...