Angel89411
12-30-2009, 05:07 AM
I grew up with my dad (parents divorced) who had a lot of anger issues. I was constantly yelled at. Sometimes for doing something one weekend I had been allowed to do the last. I was never seriously hurt by him. Bruises were never left and there was no physical pain that lasted more than a minute or two. Years and years of anger issues myself later, medication and finally admitting I had a problem and seeing a counselor I am getting better. I'm not perfect. I have my days. I'm a lot better. My dad did it to me. His mom did it to him. Her dad did it to her. I was *not* doing it to my son.
My husband...I fell in love with him partially because he is layed back and soft spoken. Just a take it as it comes guy. His personality helped settle me down. Since our son has been born...He used to get ticked off and yell and stuff because he doesn't like crying. Umm...he's a baby. DS would start crying and DH would jerk him up from where ever he was laying or push him out to arm's length and fuss at him to 'just stop.'
Or this morning. Gabe woke up at 1 am. He didn't have clean jammies and the heater stopped working. He got cold. Patrick brought him into our room grumbling the whole way. Gabe woke up again at 5:30. Early. I know. Trust me. He kept climbing out of our bed. DH kept yelling. I finally snapped at DH. Didn't raise my voice. Just snapped. DH told me he was going to get up with DS since I have therapy at 9:30. Then, he got up and grabbed DS and 'put' him down on the bed. He put him down so hard I felt it through the bed.
He does this. And I get ticked. I didn't yell at him (much to my happiness). Instead I called him on it. I threw clothes on and came out into the living room with them. I told DH he needs anger management help. That he yells at DS over every little thing. I'm not perfect. I have snapped a few times. I'm getting better. That that rough handling out of anger is not acceptable and just because there are no physical bruises does not mean it's not abuse.
He knows about what I grew up in. I find myself getting angrier and angrier with him. I am working so hard to make sure my son does not grow up like that and now...I never would have married someone with a bad temper. I hate it in myself. I did't want to marry it. He hasn't said a thing about what I told him. He is just ignoring it...
My husband...I fell in love with him partially because he is layed back and soft spoken. Just a take it as it comes guy. His personality helped settle me down. Since our son has been born...He used to get ticked off and yell and stuff because he doesn't like crying. Umm...he's a baby. DS would start crying and DH would jerk him up from where ever he was laying or push him out to arm's length and fuss at him to 'just stop.'
Or this morning. Gabe woke up at 1 am. He didn't have clean jammies and the heater stopped working. He got cold. Patrick brought him into our room grumbling the whole way. Gabe woke up again at 5:30. Early. I know. Trust me. He kept climbing out of our bed. DH kept yelling. I finally snapped at DH. Didn't raise my voice. Just snapped. DH told me he was going to get up with DS since I have therapy at 9:30. Then, he got up and grabbed DS and 'put' him down on the bed. He put him down so hard I felt it through the bed.
He does this. And I get ticked. I didn't yell at him (much to my happiness). Instead I called him on it. I threw clothes on and came out into the living room with them. I told DH he needs anger management help. That he yells at DS over every little thing. I'm not perfect. I have snapped a few times. I'm getting better. That that rough handling out of anger is not acceptable and just because there are no physical bruises does not mean it's not abuse.
He knows about what I grew up in. I find myself getting angrier and angrier with him. I am working so hard to make sure my son does not grow up like that and now...I never would have married someone with a bad temper. I hate it in myself. I did't want to marry it. He hasn't said a thing about what I told him. He is just ignoring it...