I am holed up in my room with a new kitten. Thank heaven she has her litter box, food, a water bowl and I have my bathroom, water and a box of Fig Newtons. At 66 and 30 years marriage to a nasty man who is 86, I have come to this.
I don't want to call the police. You don't do that for emotional abuse. I have no family. He does. Without going into detail, they have nothing to do with me because I married him 30 years ago. That's all. Some people are like that. He was divorced; his , 2nd marriage - she was violent and a drinker - and divorced 10 years when I met him. I never met her and only first saw her picture 2 years ago when she died.
So, I called his son (finally, I did it!) and left a message for him to come and get his father. The son hates me and hasn't responded to the emotional phone call I made nor the email that followed, explaining things.
He and I, when we met, were very attractive and intelligent and funny and sexual and boozers. We both had good high level professional positions. A marriage made in heaven.
Over the years I gave up drinking, he got cancer and became impotent and fully incontinent (20 years ago) and began to drink more. He cut me off. When he lost his ability to have an erection he lost his ability to love. But I have stayed with him because of my marriage vows and the love I had for him.
Anyway, I'm in this room, the loud, lying, cursing, narcissist is downstairs and I hope his son will come and take him to his home.
Yes, I have a therapist, I have a little money, and options. But for now, there is agony, relentless tears and the sense that I have, as they say, been blinded by love, for too long, sacrificing too much, including my self-esteem. A virtuous nun, cook and cleaning lady.
Thank heaven I have a room of my own and a box of FN's. Just ventilating ladies....
Please keep yourself warm and loved with that self love that you need. Send is right. Keep buying your self those flowers.
(Your screen name is so unique, I wanted to use it in a sentence).
Now, there i s nothing whatever the matter with any woman who has already learned to buy her own roses! Good for you!
How cute is that?
So stop that, in your own best interests.
It can be viewed as nothing more than "drunk dialing", even if you are not drinking.
Now, get dressed, wash your face, go out and get that kitten something special for the 4th of July.
Most restaurants and stores may be closed tomorrow, whether or not you celebrate that holiday in the U.S.
I got myself two dozen roses for my birthday and came home to hear that my husband's son called him and told him about the call and they both agreed with each other: "We're really worried about you...." So, checkmate.
I'm getting professional advice and both sources say that it's better that I stay and live a separate life like "roommates" (we haven't slept in the same bed for 20 years anyway). The betrayal - predictable as it was for some, shocked me. But in a quiet way. A good way.