I'll be honest... My wife had an explosive temper. I usually put up with it because i didn't want to fight in front of the kids. Then she would fight with me about was it right or wrong to fight in front of the kids. My position was: it was wrong. She would refuse to compromise, and so that became another fight. She would throw things at me, too. Then the kids started complaining, and I said... we should go to family therapy. We didn't because there was a lack of cohesion in the fam. Then the kids said, "Dad, you fight too much with mom, it's all your fault. We hate you now and we suffer from depression." Because they bought the toxic male trope, clearly. We got them some therapy. Not once was I contacted by anyone about why or what my kids were going through. I decided to go to a therapist. After listening to my description, the therapist said, "Well, you seem to have a solid idea of what is going wrong with your fam, you seem to understand a lot about psychology from your own reading, and it seems that you are fairly together." Then a week later they told me they couldn't service me because of some paperwork snafu. I went back to being depressed, with no support from anyone. My last birthday I decided to have a party at a crepe shop. My wife said, "it's their choice if they want to go or not, and they don't want to go." Not a single soul showed up. When I suggested that this was unkind, they told me, "it's your fault, you shouldn't get so upset." Nice. So... yeah... I don't have much respect for the idea that only women can be victims, and men are by nature toxic. It's clearly BS, and humans are humans. I don't blame the kids, it's clear their mom set them against me, and they have a right to a decent household. I only expect that one day they will grow up and see the triuth. Thanks for coming to my Ned talk. Like everything else in my life, I expect that no one will give a shit about this post either, and that I will continue to suffer the humiliations of this existance alone. So it goes.