It's so weird: someone upthread mentioned "swimming through treacle"...that's how it feels sometimes. But today, it feels like the treacle is just that little bit thinner!
So, a little bit more about me I guess?
He first hit me two weeks into our relationship. No kids then, obviously
I didn't leave. That's all I'd ever known: in a way, it almost gave me security when he hit me, as if I knew where I stood then
Fast forward through a wedding and 2 DC, until June 2019. Something horrible happened while I was taking a short cut through some woods (if that outs me, please don't give me away!) I confided in a friend, and it started a dialog about consent etc. I started to realize then, that what was happening with DT was wrong, that it wasn't my duty, and that I was worth more
By July, I'd kicked him out
In August, the DC told me that he'd been abusing them too. That's when I decided I needed to leave the area, for our own safety (he has a huge family: even if we'd moved towns, or to a nearby city, we would have probably been found)
We were in a refuge for a few months before the council gave us our current property
Reading that back, though, I think that this chapter of my story starts earlier than this: it started in February 2019, when I admitted that I'm an alcoholic, and sought help (I'm three years sober next month)
And here we are! Chaotic, tearful sometimes- but free!