Son of a nutcracker! - 12/19/13 02:24 AM
Hello my DB friends
My thread title has nothing to do with MLC, DB, marriage, affairs, relationships, etc...
I just love the movie "Elf", and quote it often this time of year
Things have been busy here, I've been trying to read along here and there. There's been much introspection on the boards lately, and I include myself in that.
This upcoming Christmas will be my third MLC holiday. The second since bomb - the first was less than a month before bomb at the height of H's anger. Not. Good.
I wanted to share some of my MLC holidays highlights, or should I say lowlights. I've been thinking a lot about my journey so far...
Let's rewind ~
- December 2011. I had noticed for months that H was becoming more distant and withdrawn from me and the boys. He was also becoming increasingly critical of me and irritated with everything. His complaints about me included everything from how I did laundry, cooked, dealt with the kids, and my personal favorite, put items in the recycling bin.
You really can't make this stuff up.
I remember a specific incident that is still upsetting to me. We were at breakfast with Santa, and H flipped out on S5 (who was 3 at the time) for dropping a sausage on the floor - then yelled at him for crying. When I intervened to try to calm things down, I got a mean look and was later told that I was trying to undermine him.
This memory is very sad for me. Sad that S5 was treated that way, sad that he had to feel his father's anger like that. But also sad because I know that my H probably doesn't even remember it, and would be mortified at his own behavior.
H and I bickered more and more. He came home one day, and told me he bought me a nice card for Christmas.
Christmas came and went, I did not receive a card.
Months later, I was sick in bed and went to get a tissue box from the nightstand drawer. There the card was, unsigned. It was very nice, sentimental.
It's still in the nightstand drawer.
Early January, I find H in the garage talking on his cell phone at 3:00 am. I could hear it was a woman's voice. He looked right at me and lied, said it was his brother. I had no idea what had been going on behind my back with my friend. I was bombed two days later
My thread title has nothing to do with MLC, DB, marriage, affairs, relationships, etc...
I just love the movie "Elf", and quote it often this time of year
Things have been busy here, I've been trying to read along here and there. There's been much introspection on the boards lately, and I include myself in that.
This upcoming Christmas will be my third MLC holiday. The second since bomb - the first was less than a month before bomb at the height of H's anger. Not. Good.
I wanted to share some of my MLC holidays highlights, or should I say lowlights. I've been thinking a lot about my journey so far...
Let's rewind ~
- December 2011. I had noticed for months that H was becoming more distant and withdrawn from me and the boys. He was also becoming increasingly critical of me and irritated with everything. His complaints about me included everything from how I did laundry, cooked, dealt with the kids, and my personal favorite, put items in the recycling bin.
You really can't make this stuff up.
I remember a specific incident that is still upsetting to me. We were at breakfast with Santa, and H flipped out on S5 (who was 3 at the time) for dropping a sausage on the floor - then yelled at him for crying. When I intervened to try to calm things down, I got a mean look and was later told that I was trying to undermine him.
This memory is very sad for me. Sad that S5 was treated that way, sad that he had to feel his father's anger like that. But also sad because I know that my H probably doesn't even remember it, and would be mortified at his own behavior.
H and I bickered more and more. He came home one day, and told me he bought me a nice card for Christmas.
Christmas came and went, I did not receive a card.
Months later, I was sick in bed and went to get a tissue box from the nightstand drawer. There the card was, unsigned. It was very nice, sentimental.
It's still in the nightstand drawer.
Early January, I find H in the garage talking on his cell phone at 3:00 am. I could hear it was a woman's voice. He looked right at me and lied, said it was his brother. I had no idea what had been going on behind my back with my friend. I was bombed two days later