Well, then, I will tell you a story.
I was a stay at home Mom when my kids were little. My marriage started going on the rocks because my husband started behaving badly. We started arguing a lot. I made efforts to keep the kids out of it as much as I could by keeping my voice down. He had no such compunction. He would scream at me, at the top of his lungs, and call me names.
One time we were down stairs, the kids were upstairs in another room,and an argument broke out. Same story. I kept begging him to keep his voice down. He wouldn’t.
I finally just left the room.
I went to where my the two youngest kids were watching TV, and sat down with them to assure them that every thing was OK, because I know the screaming had to have scared them. My son was 3, my daughter was 5.
Until then, there had never, ever been an argument in front of the kids. Until then.
My husband came storming up the stairs, slammed into the room where I was sitting with my children on either side, my arm around them. He screamed, ‘I JUST WANT TO PUNCH YOUR FUCKING TEETH DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT! and violently punched a hole in the wall.
I was…the kids were….I can’t describe it. They were terrified. I mean that’s the point for the Alpha Gorilla displaying such violence in front of much weaker pack members, to terrify them. It scared me, but I was also disbelieving. That behavior wasn’t unusual for him, but they’d never witnessed it before. I could not believe he did that in front of them.
We didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. My husband slammed out of the house and went where ever he was going all the time in those days.
At the time one of my best friends was a counselor, and she gave me lots and lots of good advice on how to deal with children in productive ways.
I waited a day, then asked my gentle, sweet, 3 year old son how that had made him feel. His answer rocked my world, and slammed the last coffin nail on our marriage.
He said, “It made me want to hit you.”
Jesus. It knocked the breath out of me. I was not expecting that.
Within a year I was out. Or, more properly, my husband was out. It was tough. He was a manager at Boeing, I was a home maker. I sure didn’t take the easy road, but I got them, and me, out.
Two years after that my ex moved 2000 miles away, just for the hell of it, and they’ve had very little contact since. The abandonment has taken a huge emotional toll on the kids, that manifests itself in different ways with each kid.
I think my son’s response, though, is actually healthy. I think he vowed never to be like that. He’s still a very gentle, protective, loving kid. But he’s not so short now. He’s 6’2”. He does not use his voice or size to intimidate his tiny wife (5’ 1”, maybe) or his children. He’s a great father. He’s a very good man, and I’ve had different people in the community tell me that.
I can’t help but wonder what kind of man he’d be today, due to his father’s examples, and teachings of emotional behavior, if I hadn’t gotten him out.
(LOL! About 6 months after he moved out, and his girlfriend had dumped him, he called to tell me that a doctor told him that he was “clinically depressed.” He sound a little.. proud of it? Kind of like bragging in a way? Or…I was supposed to be shocked, and sorry for him?
I said, “Well, if I’d done the shit you’ve done I’d be clinically depressed to!”
That brought an abrupt end to his pity party!)