(I just want ya'll to know I am not ever male-bashing. it just happens to be my husband who is my worst N offender. Males in general, I am sure, are wonderful people.

So......
Which is better? In your opinion.
Up until the last year or so, I have said almost nothing to anyone. I have just kept my mouth shut for nearly 17 years and maintained the peace in the home as mother and wife of a very selfish angry man. I even hate to complain and now I feel like that is what I am doing a lot of.
I have stood up on a few occasions lately and fell apart emotionally after years of living this way, I guess I am finally cracking. ( Sometimes I feel better reading about N's and sometimes I feel worse. Most of the time--- better.)
In my effort to make a stand, there have been some "scenes" in front of my kids. Which is absolutely the LAST thing I wish to happen. But having grown up in a family where emotions were not shown in ANY form, and I know this has affected me, I wonder.........
Do kids learn more by seeing me stand up for my rights or are they wounded more by hearing a fight or breakdown now and then?
Do they learn from a quiet, peaceful, orderly home or are they wounded by my silence and obedience and complacency in the midst of the
covert N abuse that we suffer.
At least they don't have to see fighting. I keep telling myself. I know NOT seeing emotion at all is not great either, from my own childhood. No love, no anger, no joy...just zombies. Mom was the zombie looking in the mirror, ignoring the children. I don't even know if there is a right answer to this question. I ask myself every day. And my mind is mush.
Sure they have seen rage from their dad a lot. And I have had to be the "heavy" with them to keep them in line, because if I didn't do it, HE WOULD. And that would be by far worse. As a result of this, I have let him become the good guy and I seem like the bossy one. All to save them from him. Don't get me wrong, I would do it again and again for them. I am just saying it is frustrating to always have to take the fall for him. I cringe at them talking nasty about me when they grow up because they don't realize what I was really doing for them. But I am willing to take it. But I am also protecting him too aren't I? Why is this necessary? This isn't the way it should be. Is it EVER right---does anyone ever get it right?
If the house isn't clean enough for him. He rages at them, but who he is really talking to--- is me. I know it and he knows it but he can always deny it, cause after all, he didn't rage AT ME---did he?
But I can make sure it stays clean by riding the kids too hard (IMO) or just cleaning it myself and then we are all hunky dory. Except me. I am losing it and they are witnessing it and I just don't know if it is worth it. Now they walk on thin ice around me because I almost have nothing left to protect them with. My nerves are fried. I know I need to get us all away, but I know I will have to let them see their father alone and I can't be there to be the one to take the heat. I can't bear that right now.
I am just tired and confused!
Namaste,
Sunny
