As not to drip feed last year i fled a 7 year DV relationship with my 8 month old and 2.6 year old. I cut ties with all toxic people in my life and fled the town id spent 22 years in. Spent some time in a hostel and still in temporary accomidation. I literally came here with nothing & knew nobody as the small amount of family i am in contact with do not live close by.
Tonight i woke up to men arguing outside the house. After a minute or so i could hear my neighbour crying & its her partner whose shouting at her. This goes on for a few minutes with everyone shouting then all crashing and banging and my neighbour was shouting get off me, let go of me, get out of my house. I absolutely shit myself & thought she was being attacked.
I grabbed my phone and ran next door, her door was wide open & it was her male friend who had hold of her ( he was trying to calm her down amd she was shouting to get her partner out of the house ) and her partner shouting at the door. Her partner left as soon as i came round and it all instantly calmed down then. I tried to calm her down and helped tidy up the room hed smashed.
Looking back now it was obviously dangerous of me to go and try to help but at the same time im so proud of myself
i often worried how id react if i was ever in a situation like this myself or witnessed it ( area is rough ) and its often upset me as ive imagined id of ran away or not been able to help
But after tonight i can see that the old me is still in there, she still shows her face if need be. Im very glad my neighbour is ok and im also very glad that deep down the old me is still in there
7 years of abuse takes its toll on you but after tonight ive realised im stronger than i thought