My uBPDh is dysregulated lately because he's preparing for a big test at the end of the month. We've been getting into it a lot and I think S5 is feeling the effects, as he seems to be troubled about something the past few days.
Although H baited me last night, I didn't fall for it. But this morning, I did. As I've said in another post, our daughter has gotten a spot in the preschool we wanted her to go to and we need to snatch it up. H has been pushing for her to start in September, but I keep telling him the spot will be gone if we don't start her now. Apparently in an attempt to get me to change my mind (or just to incite things), this morning he said that if she starts now and they need to call us to have her picked up because she's too upset to stay, I will need to leave work and do it because he'll be too busy studying. He was asking if I'm willing to do that. I said we'd work it out - if it happens, either I'll watch her or we'll get someone else to do it (his mom and my mom have been alternating lately so he can study). I also told him that I think it's unlikely that will happen - unless she's in a really bad state, the teachers will just keep her there and distract her - they're professionals at this. He was still persisting. Things escalated because he started going into how I'm impossible, he can't talk to me about anything, I can't seem to plan ahead to the future (

- PROJECTION - see posts on this board recently on plans and decision making) and slamming his hands on the counter and gritting his teeth at me. (I can tell in retrospect that he wanted more sympathy for all of the stress and pressure he's under right now, and I was problem solving instead of giving it.)
Then he started accusing me of acting out in front of the kids, and vowed that he wasn't going to stand for that. I flipped out. I slammed a gate (one of those gates to keep babies in a room) while I was holding D2, and when I tried to steady myself afterward, her head hit the wall. It wasn't hard, and she didn't cry - she was fine. But of course that gave H the ammunition he needed. He continued to bait me with comments implying what a bad mother I am. He was standing there with this sick smile on his face, and I knew I had given him just what he wanted. All of his yucky feelings had just been transferred to me, and he now had his beloved reason to blame me for everything. Still all in a tizzy, I asked him if he was happy to have gotten what he wanted, and he actually said "yes."
He threatened divorce, saying that though he has always said he doesn't want a divorce because it would be bad for the kids, my behavior is making it so that the harm being done to them now probably is worse. I left at that point, not wanting things to escalate further. When I returned, he gave me a lecture about acting out in front of the kids. I told him that both of us need to work on not baiting each other, not getting "jabs" in to incite the other person, as well as not getting too animated. He would not accept any responsibility, kept redirecting back to me.
I know I'm supposed to forgive myself for this kind of thing, but I'm still beating myself up. I need to be better for my kids.
Daylily