Any time I get hurt/angry/let down by her, she “didn’t know what to do.”
“I want to help you, really, I just don’t know how your mind works. I don’t know what will make you angry. I don’t know what you need in the moment.”
I wind up with a whiteboard in her living room like Bernie before congress showing her what she did, why it’s wrong, what to do next time… and I’m just tired. I always have to put in the work to get treated right.
Everyone tells me to leave, but I don’t want her to have nothing.
Sorry for venting. I’m just asking to be heard, right now.
I lived this cycle for 7 years. Eventually I just stopped tiptoeing around the eggshells and did whatever the fuck I wanted then ignored her when she blew up. Then she tried to become an alcoholic and blame it on me. When that didnt work she finally found some other poor bastard work on.
I will be happily single for the rest of my life. Also fun fact: child support for two kids is cheaper than supporting her retail therapy habits.