I'm not one bit surprised I ended up in an abusive relationship, considering my childhood. Looking back, it would have been more surprising if I hadn't, at some point.
The fact I ended it and am now a single (by choice), independent, happy working (part time) single mother (only to one child now instead of two) who doesn't need to rely on anyone (though I'm lucky that I have a lot of support, should I ever need it), is probably the most surprising bit of all. I didn't think that would happen, and that I would recognise and work on my co dependency issues.
I won't tolerate any of that shit again, not if the guys arse is studded with diamonds. Some mistakes you don't make twice! And I have such an aversion to getting pregnant again, I think I'd rather become a lesbian, than risk it for an inadequate orgasmbiscuit, if I ever had to stop birth control, for any reason, or be celibate. Yet 10 years ago I thought I'd either have no kids and live somewhere exotic, or have a whole brood and be a married stay at home mum. I was a romantic and wanted to get married, but not anymore, I'm far too cynical/realistic these days (and divorce is ridiculously expensive).