When I was 19 I met a guy two years younger than me. I thought he was great and we started going out, first boyfriend and all that. he very quickly started to become very clingy and possessive. The usual checking my phone, not wanting me to go out with friends without him. That eventually turned into him calling me a slag for smiling at a guy in the street in passing, to a shove, to a grab, to pulling me round by my hair, to biting me so hard I bled. Then to turning on me during intimacy and telling me I was loose because I'd had so many guys in there and physically assaulting me only with his hand. Which went on to eventually fully forcing himself on me once. He's smashed my make up, hidden my clothes so I couldn't leave, threatened to stab himself with a kitchen knife if I left. He even verbally and physically assaulted two of my friends one of who by this point was dating his cousin. It was a different friend he physically assaulted grabbing her arm and bruising it after she confronted him. All of this went on for about 2 years before one day I called the police about an assault and it all came out, he was arrested but never charged.
We didn't speak again but a year on he got in touch through emails and I ended up meeting up with him again and we got back together. By now you're shaking your head asking why, but that's what I did. For a long time he didn't lay a finger on me, over a year and I got pregnant and he didn't touch me. Then at the end of the pregnancy he turned again. This time though it was different, he started going out and staying out all night, he was taking money from me supposed to be for bills and not paying them, then the hitting started again but this time worse, slapping me round the face, flinging me to the floor. I escaped while he was at work about 3 days before I gave birth and went back to my mum and dad.
Had my baby a little boy and found myself a nice little house to rent and my ex was sorry, he wanted to be a good dad. But of course he wasn't, and the violence continued, he stole my dads tools from the house. My dads car was on my drive and he accused me of having a man round and whacked me round the back of my head with the baby in my arms. I told him no contact with the baby and said if he ever came round again I'd call the police. And I stuck to it. I believe he met someone else and moved in with them in fact I believe he started seeing her while I was pregnant.
Fast forward 3 years and I've got a 3 year old little boy with no dad. I know through the rumour mill the ex is still with the other women and they're getting married. I hear she doesn't take no shit off him. He said I was spiteful to stop his contact but I felt it was in our best interests for safety and sanity.
I've considered tracking him down, giving him another chance to be a dad, I find it difficult to believe that any good would come of it though and that he'd a reformed character.