It's unsettling -- when discovering how awful life is with this type. Just plain awful.
I chose to stay. For a bit.
Now, I am free of him and happy for it.
It took a good three years of planning to an extent, to break away.
He is a pitiful thing. He is now using our adult daughter to show new "friends" how normal and happy his life is with what is left of his family. She wants nothing to do with him either.
And he just doesn't get it. He never will. He will be angry with her for not bending to his demands. And that is it. That is what life was like.
He could not even be in her life when she was younger. She was in the way. Too noisy. Too demanding. He had NO interaction unless in front of family members.