I’m Just Too Much Work

Warning: Possible triggers for survivors of all kinds of abuse. Oh, and some venting & cursing, too. 

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Remember how I said this blog would get really real, and that I was going to share some of my story with you as it was happening? Well, yesterday was quite a day… 

Unfortunately, I still have to be in close contact with my… wtf do I even call him anymore? “Soon-to-be ex” isn’t completely accurate, because he is my ex now. It doesn’t matter that we’re not divorced yet. Our marriage is over, and there is no chance of ever going back. So, “ex” it is. Anyway, we still have to share some very significant things: most importantly children, and for financial reasons at the moment, we share a car, and unfortunately, a living space. (I’ve been working really hard to gain my freedom as soon as possible, though.)

Now that we are living as “roommates” (who have to co-parent and were supposedly trying to “learn to be friends”), he’s taken to purposely picking fights with me. He intentionally started the second fight we’ve had this month yesterday morning, and he said some of the most vile things he’s ever said to me during it… Things you definitely wouldn’t say to a friend, let alone the mother of your children. Or at least you wouldn’t think.

I’m sharing this with you today because I want you to have real life examples of how these abuse tactics are used against targets (I refuse to use the word “victim” anymore). I want you to understand what toxic people do, and why they do it. I want to empower you through my experiences. If I had/have to suffer through them, I want someone else to also benefit from what I’ve learned.

The first fight he instigated took place the morning after our daughters and I went to see one of our favorite bands. We had the best time! We got to meet them, take pictures with them, actually talk to them about music and gigs for a few minutes, and they gave us their set list as a souvenir. During the show, one of my daughters was serenaded, and the other one got to sing a line into the lead singer’s microphone. Pretty cool, right? All in all, it was an awesome girls’ night out, and I’m so grateful for the memory…and pictures! But toxic people can’t let anyone have fun or positive experiences without making them pay for it, especially during a breakup. That’s why he started a meaningless argument with me, which rapidly devolved into a deluge of narcissistic abuse, the very next morning.

I don’t exactly know why he started the argument yesterday. I have some guesses, but nothing as obvious as the first one, so I won’t speculate right now. All I know is that it spiraled out of control quickly. He used the playbook: minimizing/trivializing, sweeping generalizations, gaslighting, twisting my words, outright insults, interrupting, stonewalling, and in an ending no one should be surprised by, he attempted to become my victim. At one point, I asked him why he keeps claiming he wants to work on our friendship when he clearly doesn’t, because friends don’t treat each other the way he was treating me. His response was, “you’re too much work!” Yes, that must be it. Being my friend is too much work, because I’m such a pain in the ass.

But that isn’t the worst part. In fact, I won’t give any more details about anything else, because I don’t want to distract from the major lesson. 

Yesterday I learned that I have been a “bad wife” (and that I am “not even wife material” / no one else will ever want me). His reasons are stunning:

1. I’ve “never” liked him.

2. The anxiety disorder and C-PTSD I have from all of the abuse I am trying to heal from with no help has adversely affected his life.

3. And here’s the kicker: the sexual abuse, assault, and rape I endured throughout my childhood and teens have also affected his life for over 20 years, and I don’t even care about that because everything is always about me.

Obviously, I know these things do not make me a bad wife (or any kind of sense whatsoever, for that matter). The fact that he thinks they do, makes him a bad husband (and he is beyond “bad husband material”). I get that. However, it doesn’t make it any less detrimental to my recovery process to have someone consistently trying to spin my head like this, and particularly using my past abuse against me as if it’s something I’ve done to him. And I don’t think he really wants to change anymore. I used to believe he did, but he’s a compulsive liar, and I’m an eternal optimist, so I’m pretty sure I was believing what I wanted to for no good reason. I know better. I should only believe his actions; never his words. I think he’s bent on torturing me until I can finally move out. I hope I’m wrong, but that seems unlikely.

Here’s what I want you to know:

1. My ex claimed I’ve “never” liked him because, first of all, sweeping generalizations are difficult to argue against. Second of all, narcissists and other toxic people are the ones who basically “always” behave in an abusive manner; therefore, they are projecting when they use generalizations against others. (My “never” liking him was in reference to the number of times throughout our marriage when I would actually stand up to him because I’d finally had enough of his laziness, irresponsibility, and lies.) And finally, now he’s the victim and his recurrent abuse of me is justified in his mind.

Here’s the reality, though. I bent over backward trying to be his best friend and make our marriage work, and I’ve done (literally) all the emotional heavy lifting in our relationship, because the only emotions he seems to experience with any consistency are negative. Everything was always fine…as long as I kept my mouth shut and let him do whatever he wanted, which was almost never what he should have been doing. Occasionally, I’d become sick of it and try to get him to do something he didn’t want to do (like, wake up on time for work), and it would turn into a nasty fight because I was such a “nag” or whatever. Again, he is my victim and does not have to be accountable for his own irresponsibility or abusive behavior. See how that works?

2. My anxiety disorder and C-PTSD have made his life “more difficult” because he’s incredibly selfish and abusive. The reality is, he is not a supportive person, so I’ve never depended on him to comfort me in any way. (I learned to self-soothe at a very young age from being left to care for myself after instances of abuse, or any time I was upset about anything.) So, how have they made his life harder, exactly? Easy. His abuse triggers me, and that’s super annoying to him. That’s really been a horrible hardship, I’m sure. Doesn’t your heart just break for him?

3. He blames me for his internet porn addiction and “having to masturbate for 20 years” because, you know, sweeping generalizations again, and not wanting to take responsibility for his own actions. The reality is, I’ve had plenty of sex with him. Sometimes when I didn’t really want to because I felt obligated. Sometimes it felt an awful lot like rape, because I would start having flashbacks during it, and it didn’t really matter. I’m not saying he raped me, but he didn’t always stop fucking me when the flashbacks started either. He usually pretended not to notice somehow; meanwhile, I’d end up frozen in fear, or crying and shaking fairly violently, and in extreme cases, vomiting.

That’s what impacted him, incidentally. The times he couldn’t ignore it, and would have to stop. He even had the nerve to tell me he stopped having sex with me altogether because he “cares” about me and didn’t want to cause my flashbacks, when in actuality, they were annoying and inconvenient (much like me). That’s why he turned to porn and serial masturbation. It’s all my fault as far as he’s concerned. He said I’ve “robbed him of 20 years” of his life all because I couldn’t fuck him the way he wanted me to all the time. That’s what our life together has been all about for him. I’ve been made to feel guilty for not wanting to, or not being physically able to (i.e. during pregnancy, flashbacks, illnesses, etc.), “perform” for him.

Reality Check

If I’d had a loving, caring partner who supported and encouraged me, instead of abusing me and making me feel like I had to earn his love (and never quite succeeding), maybe I’d have felt a little more like being intimate. Maybe if I hadn’t had a husband who ignored obvious signs of distress while having sex with me when he knew my history, we could have had a healthier sex life. Maybe if he wasn’t constantly caught in lies (some serious; some stupid)… Maybe if I didn’t have to worry about my mistakes, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities being thrown in my face all the time, or if the effects of my childhood abuse and his abusive treatment of me hadn’t been leveraged against me as signs that I’m deficient… I could have trusted him at all. Maybe if he wasn’t abusive, I could have felt safe with him. Maybe our lives would be different… No. Everything would definitely be different. 

If this is happening to you, please know you are not alone. It’s happening to me right now, even though I ended the relationship, I have a pretty decent understanding of why it’s happening, I know it’s wrong, and I’m well aware it’s not my fault. I’m still sort of trapped in it, because we literally can’t sustain two households at the moment, and it continues to hurt me. All of my efforts are going toward changing these circumstances as quickly as possible, but until I do, I have to live with him, and so do our children.

I allowed him to steal a day from me. I let him sabotage me once again, and it makes me angry. Because I had to recover from a three hour long attack on my character and all-out assault on my overall recovery, I lost an entire day of work (he would say I was making excuses), which certainly doesn’t help me move out any faster, and that is what I desperately need at this point. Every time he does this, it reinforces the very abuse I’m working so hard to heal from, opens some of my wounds, and it always ends with me comforting him. (Every. Single. Time.) Because I can’t stand to see anyone in pain, even if they just gutted me. (This time he cried, which may explain why he accuses me of using my tears to manipulate him. And I fell for it. He got me to comfort him in the end.) All of this keeps me trapped here in this sickness. With him. Coincidence? Doubt it.

I won’t let that happen, though. I’m determined, and I am unequivocally stronger than he is. I can’t change what happened to me, or even some of what’s happening to me right now. All I can do is continue to learn how to control my reactions to this type of abuse. Honestly, at this point, you can’t rattle me if I don’t care about you. For some reason, I still care about my ex. That makes me mad as well, but I’m trying not to be so hard on myself. Someone needs to cut me a break for once. It should probably be me.

My hope is that reading this will help someone else (ideally, before they are sucked too far into the narcissistic vortex). It is never okay for someone to hold things that are out of your control against you, especially if they are the result of abuse. If someone makes you feel like you are hard to love, they are the defective one. It’s because they don’t know how to love. It has nothing to do with you. They are sick and using you for supply. You can take back your life, and so can I. It’s not going to be easy, but it will be worth it. I believe in us. We are the strong ones, and that is why they must try to tear us down and hold us back. They fear us, because they should.

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