My life has been far easier since I decided I'd rather be single than treated unkindly.
I've been on my own for over two years now and really the only thing I miss is sex and the occasional snuggle. I have a little bit of a social life to stop me feeling locked in, I read and write, I watch films, I have some crafty hobbies, I'm happy to go to the cinema alone, and I have family to keep me from feeling lonely.
My ex never hit me, not really violent, although a bit pushy and threatening. But the emotional abuse was a nightmare, because you never know when it's going to be a nice, calm day or when it's going to be one of those explosive horrible days. I couldn't relax for the more pleasant times, because the bad times were so awful, so I couldn't agree with the idea that a bit of abuse is worth it not to be alone.
I can trust my feelings now, I don't have someone telling me I'm crazy or pathetic, I don't have to worry about what I say or who I talk to or how long I am out the house or whether I don't fancy sex or want to have a lazy day.