My ex was emotionally and physically abusive. Everyday he was violent or abusive in some way controlled my life and crushed me into a shadow of a human. I managed to escape last year with dd, was homeless slept on a camp bed in my mums spare room for month. Got my self a job, got my self a house in my mums village. Got my self a car and my dd a pram after he stole both of them in the middle of the night. Have slowly got my self clothes and toys for dd because i left with 3 carrier bags of stuff. We're fighting about custody in court atm. But today it hit me how much i fucking hate him.
He wont return the rest of my stuff i have no one to collect it and cant go my self because theres a harrasment order in place. He will not cooperate at all and wont listen or adhere to solicitors letters.
The new thing ive founf outvis that hes falsified his acounts with his business claiming i earnt 38k last year. I didnt. Its a tax fiddle. So ive had to write lwtters and send proof with bank statements to hmrc its massively effected my tax credits.
He makes me sick but i feel like he always manages to spite me or win in some way.
Thankyou for listening for reading my ramble