Mine started out like a white knight and I never saw it coming. I was a long term single mum to 2 DC and actually quite happy with being single. He turned up and swept me away, said all the right things, did all the right things, great with my DC, spoke of us being a family, living in a bigger house and a better area... all of which I lapped up. And he seemed to adore us. He wanted 'the whole package.'
We got a place together, and that's when the abuse started to creep in. Although I didn't log it as abuse at the time, I just thought it was him adjusting to being a step dad and partner. It was his house, his rules - which extended to how I disciplined my DC. He told me I'd been 'soft' and they needed a male figure to look up to. I began to doubt myself as a parent. Then I fell pregnant. He veered between livid and overjoyed, and then the cheating started. Staying away for days at a time, switching off his phone so I couldn't get in touch, stopping me from accessing joint finances. By this point I didn't have a penny to my name and didn't know how to get out of the situation I'd put us in. Everything was always my fault. If he was angry, it was my fault. If he cheated, it was my fault. I felt like an idiot. I'm a smart woman, how had I fallen for this? Worse, how had I let this man into my DCs life?
Our DD was born and things calmed down for a bit. He wanted us to be a family, things would change, he could see he was damaging us all..but he really couldn't seem to keep momentum of being a good guy. He smashed stuff up, threatened me, threatened my DC, spent every penny we had leaving me juggling bills and rent and DC while he went on coke fuelled benders with his work mates.
I was so down trodden. He thoroughly did a number on my confidence, self esteem, the whole lot. My achievements were constantly belittled, my looks, my character, my parenting. And he used to say no one would want me after he'd 'finished with me', so there was no point leaving as I'd just be alone forever.
The breaking point was when he laid hands on my teenage DS. That was it. Done. Over. No more making allowances for his shitty behaviour. No more believing he could change. I spoke to my mum, she found us a little house with a landlord friend of hers who was willing to let me and my DC move in immediately without a deposit or bond. Within the week we were moved in with the help of the landlord's brother and nephew.
That was almost 7 years ago. It took a long time to recover, for all of us. My 2 eldest DC have since moved in with their partners and I'm a single mum to my 9yo DD2.
Exh is still an abusive, narcissistic, sociopathic, lying, toe rag of a man. He has a flimsy relationship with our daughter, visitation is on his terms and he doesn't pay a penny in support. His priorities are still skewed. As are his version of events, which paint him in the light of a poor guy who did his best for a single mum but she left him and took his child with her.
Oh. If they only knew the man he really is.