Wow, just wow, Mimosa. The texts wanting to know where you are, I really wish I understood what motivates them to think they have the right? My H does this as well. He is out doing whatever he wants whenever he wants, but if I go across the street to a local bar all of my coworkers hang out at, I receive a text, insisting/pleading that I be careful.. He has turned off his location (he set up the family location on all of our phones years ago), but watches my location. And I know he has been reading both my and my son’s texts. Every so often he gives himself away by knowing something about a conversation he shouldn’t be privy to. It’s almost always about a purchase I helped either of my kids with. He demands to know why I’m helping them. The answer is always the same. Because they asked for my help, and they are paying me back. They always do. My kids are very responsible that way. I think it triggers his ego that they don’t go to him, but he was always out and about, not accessible for so many years, it doesn’t even cross their minds to ask him.
They expect full autonomy and their freedom. The refuse to “grant” us ours. It’s ridiculous, really. Yes, I understand I could just turn off the location sharing, but he’d just find another way, and I’m sure it would be even more invasive so I haven’t bothered. I understand fully that I have no expectations of privacy in my texts, and leave any and all information about my H out of them completely. This will all be sorted at a later date, but for now, because I know he is irrational, it’s safer to just let him feel like he has some kind of control in the situation.
I am glad that your abridged version of NC is helping you find some peace, and allowing you to trust yourself again. That’s one of the biggest gifts I have received so far from going through all of this. I trust my own judgement again. My perceptions of how things are, well, they actually are closer to the truth. My memory is far superior and intact, and I no longer second guess my version of events. H can’t even remember who bought him his new pair of pants. He thought I did. He just showed up one day wearing them, and then 2 months later asked if I could find him another pair because he likes them so much. Dude, that wasn’t me. Lol.
Take care!