I don’t really know where to start.
when we were together it was a living hell.
he said he never hit me but I had bruises from being pushed and hitting my leg off the living room table.
I have a flinching reflect reaction when someone moves too fast near me or if he is annoyed at me, from him screaming in my face.
He spat at me a lot and destroyed my personal possessions.
He broke 3 phones 1 laptop and ruined my car. But he thinks he did nothing wrong.
I had a black eye but it was my fault and “he didn’t hit me”. It was from a light object he threw at me, pregnant, in a row.
he called me names and he made me feel so low. I was not allowed out for a long time or he would argue with me.
at night time I had to have sex because if I did not he would argue with me for 3 days all while expecting me to have sex with him at the end of the night. I didn’t want to but I had to and so I did it.
I wasn’t allowed out with my friends because he said he didn’t trust me around men he didn’t trust me because he had seen messages to men earlier on in the relationship before we split up which I do understand.
I couldn’t speak to my family when we argued. He made me swear on lives to make sure I was telling the truth that I did not tell anybody.
he needed to know my phone password to monitor who I was talking to, what about and who I was searching on social media. But this wasn’t good enough. He still had suspicions.
he encouraged me to carry an apple AirTag on my keys. I agreed for a civil life but when I took it off it raised his suspicions.
he was watching me through a camera we had left on one night in the front room (the morning after was when he was watching me while he was working) and said he wasn’t watching me. So I turned it off. He went crazy and accused me of turning it off to call somebody. He come home from work and screamed at me calling me a slag.
he would monitor movements through the ring door bell he got installed and when I was leaving he would shout abuse through it.
he told me he was going to cheat on me, often.
he trashed the house and he made me clean it up. He said I “better clean it up” and he often used the terms I would regret it if I did not do as he said but we never found out why I would regret not doing things because I just did them.
he ripped my clothes out of the wardrobe very often and even threw them down the stairs. Stupid me put them back and stayed because I thought it was just a temper.
This man was horrible to me yet I still feel guilty for leaving.
all of this happened and I still sit and question was this really abuse? Did I provoke him to do this like he said I did?? Am I a failure for being in my late 20s back at my mum and dads?
i have lost everything over night but at least I am safe.
I still feel so clouded. Did I deserve these things like he said? Is it all my fault? Was it as bad as I am remembering or am I being dramatic?
what happens now? What are my next moves? At least I am safe though.
I feel so guilty for leaving him because now he has no body. But at least I am safe.
my head is all over the place and I’ve never felt so many mixed emotions in my life. I know this will take time but I just feel so guilty for leaving him. Why?.