My ex wasn't that shouty, definitely not violent or physically abusive.
Instead he advertised himself on sex sites for hook ups. Was caught, we tried to work it out, I forgave him.
Then he did it again...
And again...
And again...
And again...
And again...
And again...
And again...
So, I didn't LTB. Even though, I posted on here under a different name the second time he did it, and everyone told me on that post to leave (maybe not permanently, but for headspace)
I believed that I should work at the problems, give him a chance, find out the reasons...understand...forgive...keep the family together, I'd commuted to marriage and failure wasn't an option.
The stress nearly killed me. On Top of working a 60 hour week, juggle being a mother, etc I had to come home to fear, dread, mistrust, sadness...
Afraid to go on the internet in case I find something. Afraid not to in case I was being mugged off. Sick every time he took his phone to the toilet...
I developed a chronic fatigue illness and spent 6 months in bed. I'm on anti depressants and blood pressure tablets. I gained weight, lost my self esteem. My son suffered.
I can categorically state that while I'd have been in incredible stress if I had left, with only my own self to trust and live with I'd have been much better off alone, it wouldn't have been a 10th of what I went through.
He abused every fucking chance I gave him, laughed and pretended to change.
I am evangelical about it. LTB. Maybe not permanently, but to draw a line and say, "you know what? I'm not taking that shit"