Posted by:
munchybotaz
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Date: January 15, 2014 08:18AM
I wanted to reply to your other post, but it was closed by the time I got to it.
http://exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,1135024,1135024#msg-1135024You recognize that your wife is manipulating you. I wanted to make sure you get that she's abusing you, too, verbally and emotionally.
I wanted to point out that Satan, the priesthood you've stopped honoring, and your patriarchal blessing are all totally imaginary. What's stopping you from saying so? And from informing Mrs. Fundamentard that she's responsible for her own feelings and her behavior is abusive?
And now I would add, who died and left Mrs. F in charge of your kids? Why can't you speak your mind in front of them and give them corrective feedback? Is that scorched earth? I don't think so.
I think we exmos are often inclined to take abuse from our still-believing loved ones because we feel guilty for changing the game on them, because we're still a bit brainwashed and not completely confident in our choices, because we're afraid of consequences (e.g., divorce) that may not materialize, and/or because the Mormon church is an abusive organization that taught us to take abuse.
And they keep dishing it out as long as we let them.
I'm not a fan of Dr. Phil, but one thing he says that I really like is, "What's the payoff?"
Your wife is doing this stuff because she's getting something out of it, emotionally. Maybe try asking her what that is, if you're not comfortable telling her she's being irrational and abusive. Make no mistake, though, she is.
And then, while you're at it, ask yourself what you're getting out of holding back until your hair hurts and you want to cry and stuff.
Don't get me wrong, because I'm speaking from personal experience. I took two years of the most vicious verbal and shameless financial abuse from someone a lot bigger and scarier and more seemingly invincible than Mrs. Fundamentard sounds.
It took me a long time to figure out why I let a big, mean, disgusting bum turn me into a hopeless, nervous wreck and almost ruin my life. Eventually I realized it was because, thanks to controlling parents who taught me that unpleasant interactions with others were somehow at least partially if not entirely my fault, I had a thing about not being the bad guy. The big, mean, disgusting bum gave me someone I could point to and say, "Look, there's the bad guy. It's him, not me."
Look at me, I'm a saint! LOL.
I wouldn't presume to say that's what you're doing. I'd be more inclined to guess one or more of the exmo guilt, confidence, or fear things that I mentioned above. However, it does seem like you're way super invested in being a nice guy, to your own detriment.