Oh,I have plenty of those memories to remind me of the monster he truly is underneath all the flannel. Refusing to be with me in hospital though I was seriously ill, leaving to go out for beers with his friend and watch the football instead. Not taking any interest in his child’s health issues. And purposely upsetting me at bedtime so I was a shaky mess and couldn’t sleep, whilst he slept like a baby.
I actually now think that he did this deliberately. Having the capacity to upset me made him feel secure. He probably started an argument last thing at night precisely so he could sleep secure and like a baby, peaceful in the knowledge that he had the power to truly upset me.