Hi everyone, I have been lurking and reading for the last couple of days and I thought I would tell my story as an AC that was in an abusive relationship and how it almost came to estrangement. First off I would like to say that toxic people happen. They can be parents/in-laws or adult children, they can be the partners of adult children or the new spouse of a parent/in-law, toxic people come in many forms. In this tread there seems to be a lot of 'us vs them', but the truth of the matter is that you are all telling similar stories, of how a toxic person has affected or is affecting your life and the aftermath. There really should be a forum for support for dealing with toxic people in general, because they come in all shapes, sizes and ages.
When I was 21, I had just come out of a relationship that had many issues, and I met an older man (33) who was very much a bad boy. I knew of his past (he had done jail time for robbery) but felt that he was trying to turn his life around. We got together and 8 months later we were living together. Soon after we got together he had a vasectomy (he had three children in another province that he didn't see nor support) and I was very young and naive, I honestly believed that I didn't want children, which in the end was a blessing. During the first 7 years of our relationship we lived roughly 800kms away from my family and things were mostly peaceful. We would visit once or twice a year, and my parents would come up once as well.
We then moved closer, about 150kms away and started to plan a wedding. At this point in time we have been together for 9 years. Why did I wait so long to get married? My own parents divorced when I was 8 and both remarried people who had also been divorced at least once. I always swore that I was only getting married once, that I would never get divorced. My wedding day was one of the most amazing days of my life, surrounded by friends and family that loved us and wished us the best.
And then 3 days later everything started to change. My new husband abruptly quit his job, and started attacking my support network beginning with my job. He 'believed' that my boss was out to get him, and was keeping him from finding work in a community of over 100,000 people. It didn't matter that he wasn't making an effort, or that he was turning down job offers that he was getting, it was all my bosses fault. I kept trying to get him to explain to me how one person could have that much power in such a large community, and it would always turn into a massive fight. So to keep the peace I worked full-time and he stayed home, to focus on his dream of becoming a writer. At the time I thought this was a good compromise, I got to keep my support network of coworkers and friends, and he got to try to make his dream a reality. This backfired massively, all this had done was isolate him and make everyone in my life the enemy, not because of what they were doing but because he started to become paranoid. We would go and visit friends and family, and I would think that we had a good visit and everything went well, but afterwards there would always be a massive fight about some slight that he felt that had happened. I could never predict what would set him off, and visits eventually became so stressful for me that more and more time would pass between visits.
And then his mom passed away, and shit went from bad to worse. Our fights were becoming more severe, I could no longer support us both by myself, but every time I stood up for myself he would up his abuse another notch, so the next time I wanted or needed to stand up for myself I was afraid of his reaction. When I try to explain why I stayed as long as I did I use the frog in the pot analogy. If you put a frog of water in a pot of hot water it will immediately jump out, but if you put it in a pot of cold water and turn it on to boil, the frog cooks. That was me, his abuse was so long term and insidious it took me a long long time to realize that the water was getting hotter. When things were good, things were great. We were amazing friends, we enjoyed similar hobbies, we laughed a lot, but when things were bad they were ugly.
Then he started to go after my family, that my grandfathers (who both were in their 70's and 80's) were the ones to keep him from finding a job and being a good husband. At the time I knew something was not right but I attributed it to his moms passing and was hopeful that this was just a blip.
And then shit completely hit the fan. We were having an argument about visiting family around the holidays. He didn't want to visit my dad and step-mother and I did, and I refused to back down or be isolated from my family. He had just picked me up from work (because I couldn't be trusted to drive myself to work) and dropped me off at home and sped away. I had no idea where he was going, and I remember being terrified. Turns out he returned to my place of employment and decided to go inside, kicking in doors, trying to get to and beat up my boss. Needless to say he was arrested, and I lost my job that I had held for 7 years.
Like the good wife I thought I was supposed to be, I stood by him through court and was hopeful now that he would get the mental health help that he so desperately needed. Nope! Instead I had lost a large portion of my support network, but I don't blame my friends and coworkers for distancing themselves from me, my husband was dangerous. My family stood by us both through this, they knew most of what was going on but I was still trying to protect him from being looked at negatively, and never told anyone the entire truth. We got through that and I find a new job, and he still refuses to look for work, and he still believes my grandfathers are out to get him. Then he turns that line of thinking on to my younger brother, going as far as to call him up and threaten him and his family. This is when I realized that if I didn't do something soon I was going to lose my family and possibly myself. At this point in time I had been chocked, spit on, and intimidated over and over again. But if it meant protecting the people I loved from him, I would have cut my entire family off from myself. For the longest time I had hoped that one day he would wake up and I would have my husband back, the man that had promised to love and protect me, but that day never came.
Everything came to head one night in February, 4 years ago, where I was started to wake up from the FOG, and I was 34 years old and decided that I couldn't deal with this situation anymore, that I needed to get out. That day I was in the shower and he came in and damn near raped me, scared me so bad. Afterwards he left, and I had hoped he would stay away but he ended up coming back and that night the cops were called. It was awful and in some sick twist I was the one that was escorted from the home that I was the only one paying for. The cops dropped me off in front of a friends apartment building at midnight with only a small bag of things. In an instant my world exploded, I lost my home, my things and my dog.
That was February 22, 2013, and I never went back, and everyday I thank my lucky stars that I survived to tell the story, because had I gone back he would have won. I would have cut-off my family to protect not only them, but myself from his anger and irrational behaviour. And if I had I would have fallen deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole that was our relationship. In my case I believe my husband was schizophrenic, but he refused to even consider getting help, he never once thought that he was wrong, even to this day.
I have since moved on and am in a healthy relationship. We have two beautiful children and our family's are an important part of our lives. My experience has made me a better parent, I know how blessed I am. But I also live with a tiny bit of constant worry. I have only recently filed for divorce because my fear was so strong that he would find me and harm myself or my children, and I still to this day have nightmares about this man.
Wow, that was awfully long winded but I want to say to those parents who have been cut off because of an adult child's toxic partner that I'm sorry for your loss. I would have been devastated to lose my family but I would have in an instant if that meant protecting them from harm. My husband had already started to threaten to make up lies, and spread rumours about members of my family, horrible lies of abuse, molestation, drugs. He threatened to hurt careers and family's. My behaviour was changing to prevent the people that I loved from getting hurt, and to lessen the abuse I was suffering from as well. I'm sure to my parents it looked like I was pulling away, and I'm sure they were very concerned and hurt. I was doing what I thought was best, and that was protecting them even if I couldn't tell them that was what I was doing. I know there are a multitude of reasons as to what causes estrangement, and that my story is just one perspective but sometimes it can born out of love and fear, and not hate.
PS. I also have a toxic step-parent so I can see the situation from both sides, and although I haven't cut them out, as I see her toxicity being directed towards my daughter I've moved towards extremely limiting contact to protect her from the abuse that I suffered at my the hands of my step-mother growing up, and as an adult. Come at me all you want, but I will not stand by and let anyone hurt my babies.