I'm glad that resonated @thetimehascomesaidthewalrus - I haven't articulated it very well, but from personal experience, back then.... I needed something that existed between 'existing in dread' and 'refuge'. I wanted someone to stage an intervention for me. I wanted a mystery person to step in and tell my partner that he was a worthless coward. I wanted an anonymous note to come through the door saying "We know what you are. We see through you." I wanted a giant father figure to take him to the pub and say "Come on old chap, that's got to stop. And if it doesn't, i'm afraid I'm going to have to send you to prison".
I was immobilised by the shame of being a professional, middle-class women living amongst friends who were pissed off when their DH's forgot to load the dishwasher, whilst I was on a constant state of high-alert to changes in the way the front door opened.
But I wasn't ready for Women's Aid. I wasn't ready to give up all that I would have to walk away from - my home, my job, my friends etc - if I ran.
In the absence of anything or anyone else, I needed Society to be my family. To say "This is not acceptable and we will not tolerate it".
The piece that is missing is around that - although I'm not sure I've explained any better with this post.
We need a tidal change in attitude. A fucking Tsunami of it.