He said I poisoned my daughters against him. (I didn’t. Period.) He said they turned on him because he wasn’t perfect. (No, they recognized that he was toxic and distanced themselves.)
He said I should forgive him. I told him that there was a difference between forgiveness and reconciliation. I told him that reconciliation required change.
He asked me if I liked being depressed and unhappy all of the time. I told him I was thinking of going to the doctor to get medication for the depression because I am getting really tired of it.
He wants me to go to church with him. I told him that I couldn’t for two reasons. One, I don’t feel called to his church. Two, it would be hypocritical to sit beside him in church services. I told him that there is nothing here and it would be a lie to sit beside him.
I suggested he get help. He wanted to know what he needed help with. I told him that he has no relationship with his daughters and that he sexually assaulted me. He said nothing about the sexual assault, but blamed me that my/our daughters have nothing to do with him.
He said that he has been working on himself. He said that we should work together on the marriage, that I should work with him on the marriage. He said we should spend time together. I told him that I didn’t want to spend time with him. He asked me why. I told him that the marriage has been too painful for me. I told him that there was nothing here for me, that it was over.
He asked me if I was seeking God’s will or my own will. I told him that every day I asked God to deliver me, that every day I asked Him for a place to live.
He asked me why I was still here and I told him that I hadn’t found another place to live yet. I told him this was still my house. He said, yes it was my house and that I had a husband who loved me. I told him that he didn’t love me. He said that I don’t let him love me.
He then had to go and thankfully he will be gone all day.
Maybe this will be the beginning of the end. One can only hope.
I wish this was over. All over.