I used to think the same. Couldn’t for the life of me understand why she’d stay in an abusive relationship, let alone multiple occasions of violence.
I do now. I’d done everything ‘right’, together and married for years before the babies came, we were so in love, and then once I was pregnant, it changed. I blamed my hormones, my pnd, then struggling to adjust to newborns/toddlers/pre-school. It’s not bad all the time, and everyone argues, right? If I just do better, try to be what he wants, I can make him happy, I used to so it’s me that’s changed and I just need to try harder. I guess I’m pretty slow, because that took a few years. Doesn’t help that I’m an eternal optimist so I truly believed that if I just hung in there things really would get better. Plus it’s never been physical, and I’m incredibly sensitive, so maybe it’s not really that bad…
Then you move on to realising that it’s not ‘normal’. This takes a while. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, and give up on the fact that my kids won’t have a two parent household, and then comes the paralysis of what’s actually best for your children. There’s been threats you’ll lose your kids, you’re trauma bonded to the cunt, you’re in debt, you’re fucked basically. I can’t afford private rental as I don’t earn enough, the bloody government are banning 6 months up front to get ahead of the queue, there’s no social housing and I can’t afford to live. The kids would have such a massive drop in quality of life, and it’s not non stop fighting. There are still lots of good times.
And here we are. I’m still stuck, I know it’s not right, but I’m absolutely fucking terrified of life on the ‘other’ side, I’m scared I can’t afford it, and I’m worried about losing my kids half the time and ultimately full time once he poisons them.
Whilst I’m not the brightest button in the box, I’m not stupid. I’m reasonably well educated, I speak nicely, I’m a bit fat but can scrub up ok, I had a good upbringing and I have a naice life. I suspect despite my confident ways, I still have cripplingly low self confidence, no idea how to be single, and the fear I’m going to fuck my kids up is so strong that I’m paralysed.
It’s pretty easy to see why they stay once you’ve experienced it.