Warning - possible triggers...
I grew up in a reasonably happy house, but I knew my mum and dad argued.
When I got together with my first bf (14) it was all lovey dovey for the first year, but then things started to change, if I did anything to upset him, he'd start shouting at me, or even worse drink heavily then hit me, never anywhere that you would notice unless you saw me naked, and because I'd never watched my parents fighting (they only did it when it was late at night and I was in bed) I wondered if this was normal.
I was told by so many people how lucky I was to have landed BF, he was exceptionally smart, good looking and very popular, I was average looking and although well liked, a geek and wasn't part of the "in crowd" so I put up with it.
The hitting continued, he didn't need drink as an excuse, but I just assumed this was normal.
I started that relationship as a bright and confident girl, but that eventually disappeared and I didn't trust my own instincts
Eventually after 5 years I left him, over something minor and stupid, and shortly afterwards I met my SBXH
SBXH was controlling, hated me going out, having friends of my own and even hated me working.
Of course it didn't start that way, he was charming, showering me with gifts, telling me how lucky he was to have me, then the day we got married, the door closed behind us once we got home and he announce he now owned me. I thought he was joking, I was wrong.
On one very rare night that I did go out with a few girl friends he nailed an aggressive note to the front door asking me to prioritise where my marriage or friends were more important.
I gave up work for him, I cut out all my friends nothing I did would make him happy, but I kept telling myself at least he doesn't hit me, and in public he was affectionate and loving.
Eventually we split up because he was convinced I was having an affair, I wasn't, he was shagging 2 women he worked with.
By that time, I had no self confidence, I had bouts where I'd sit counting out how many pills I had in the house, I turned to drugs to numb myself to everything, I didn't matter, I gave up on my career, stopped going to work, got fired.
I then met DP, we were friends at first, he slowly brought me out of my shell a little, boosted my confidence and I started making an effort to get myself together, we eventually started dating, but the first years were so rocky, anything that reminded me of a past relationship would result in me either breaking down in floods of tears or screaming at him, it took time for me to realise he was different.
I'm happy now, I am my own person again, I have my career back on track and a wonderful family.
I still have that note tucked away in a memory chest as a reminder of how easy it was to lose myself to a man, not over night, but as they slowly chip away and break you down. One day when DD is older I will show her and talk to her about looking out for those red flags, to never doubt herself, and to talk to people if she's not happy.