I did, both from my bio dad and latterly my step dad (former now, thankfully). It’s fucking terrifying for a child, I never felt safe in my own home, I walked on eggshells every waking moment. The slightest ‘wrong’ would trigger violent rages where we were kicked, slapped, punched, spat at, our belongings destroyed… and he did worse to my mum. I was angry with myself that I couldn’t fix it or help but also angry with the parent who allowed it, for want of better phrasing. Of course I was angry with the violent parent but I was desperate to be protected and that fell to the other parent, and we unfortunately were let down over and over for a long time.
Sadly as a 18 year old, I moved in with a boyfriend I’d been with a couple of months who soon became aggressive, controlling and violent. I accepted it because of the 80% or the time he was lovely and charming and funny etc, and in my head, that’s just how men were. They got angry, they got violent, they smashed things and, if I’d wound them up enough, they’d hurt me. I was gradually being isolated from friends and family. It was all textbook. He choked me one night until I nearly passed out and I realised he’d kill me the next time. I called my brother and we did a flit while the ex was at work.
I did a lot of work on myself while single and consciously chose the opposite of everything I knew. My husband is a good, kind, gentle man who loves me deeply, works incredibly hard for our family and adores our children who will never know what it’s like to be scared in you own home of the people who are meant to love you most.
You have done the right thing. Stand strong and show your children they deserve more.