There are a lot of pricks!!!

I wanted so badly to say that and fill in the blank as Nate and I were planting half a dozen needle studded plants. Yeow!

"Prickly day," he sighed.

I mocked a grin and nodded.

I'm not much for wishing other people dead. It's too bad that the one of two that I feel this nasty sentiment toward is my son's dad. Nice, huh? He's one of very few people who can pull the chains, push my buttons, that send me into silent screaming that just doesn't stop. It's as if he owns a chunk of my mind. My head fills with images, images that stream and swirl into the nether reaches so quickly that grasping any one frame is impossible. All that's left is that silence so loud and encompassing that I cannot hear anything else above it's scream. I wonder which it really is. I'd welcome the departure of either.

Tonight I ponder what Nate is telling me-not just the derogatory remarks made by his dad to him, but the result. "I'm not sure of my own memory anymore, Mom. He tells me that he never said the things that I'm upset over him saying."

"Such as?"

"He said that he never told me not to tell anyone about what happens."

"Hmmm. That's called gaslighting, Nate. Not easy, I know, I have a great deal of difficulty with it, but try to not doubt yourself."

"He said that he really didn't want me to go to school, just that you were trying to get money out of him for homeschooling. But he told the school, too. I heard it, didn't I?"

"Yes." Is validation enough?
"And he lied about what you said I said in the letter you sent him."
"You know that is true."

I try to hold my own brain together in regard to this stuff. How do I help him hold his own? Where is the line between tolerance and being a doormat? I'm told this is 'normal' divorce stuff, to be expected. Really. More difficult is the fact that that day's tirade was likely precipitated by my having stood up for myself, my son sacrificed, leveraged. So, my heart sank...and stayed low...and my brain went into overload again. My intention was to get me, get us, out of that cycle of emotional abuse and control...it didn't work.

"If you don't like it, leave," he'd say. "But Nate stays here."

I didn't realize that is how true that statement would be...no matter what I did, no matter what I do. Nate says he forgives me for that abandonment. How do I forgive myself as I still allow it.
The flashes escalate. A recurring adventure in Hell's Cactus Garden.