I wrote “He felt (?) that I was attacking his method, his way of thinking, his way of organizing data…”
Nope. He told me I was wrong about that. Evidently I was and am wrong about much more than that. Including the fact that I filled in a police report BEFORE telling him I was going to do it. I did this last December, after he put his hands on me.
He brought it up, not me. Evidently he’s been doing some stewing. Instead of understanding and forgiving. As if I had anything to do with being hijacked from behind and flung over the couch. I don’t remember asking for that.
Summary update: Not going well.
This entry is one day out of the journal I kept while I was still in the marriage. The whole thing, in order, is the book: My Abusive Marriage . . . and what i’m doing in it. Or read the first pages if you want to see whether it’s for you.