Left my ex a year ago due to domestic abuse. Hes been shit, but we have finally got to a civil point and hes seeing the DC now, which is good.
When i left i just walked out. The majority of the furniture was bought by me, with my own money when we moved in, or bought on finance or credit cards in my name, or gifted by my family.
He refused to give us the house unless i had sex with him. He refused to give us the furniture. I furnished my new home from freecycle, and wrote it off as a loss. Im still paying the credit cards (which payed our wedding as well as the furniture) and i payed the sofa payments for several months after i left as they were in my name, until it was all payed off.
I thought i was over this but i just dropped DC off at his house. The way its set out you can see right into the house from the front door. All the furniture and everything is there. He has decorated and made it nice because he played the victim and his friends and family payed to decorate it. The house looks lovely.
That was my home. That stuff was MINE. Ive fought and struggled this last yeat, while he has my fucking furniture. I still have no fridge freezer ffs, but he has the one i bought from my university bursary.
I fucking hate him.