Actually I have a story about my ex being violent which every time I think of it I blush - honest - bear with me! I'm not telling this as a horror story but for a 'cringe with me at the ending' story!
I had been to see a solicitor and started divorce proceedings but we were still living in the same house, he wouldn't move out and I had no where to go. You can't make someone leave if their name is on the deeds without a court order. My solicitor had told me that the next time he was violent I had to dial 999 and get the court order.
It was a Saturday night, I had a bath, was in my nightie and nice white fluffy dressing gown and decided to write my Christmas cards. The ds's woudl have been about 3 and 6. Dd was out. He came in the living room and told me to move from the couch . I refused - it was a big couch and there were also 3 charis in the room, he started shouting, I refused, he sat next to me as close as he could and used all his strength to push me into the arm and squash me. I still refused. He got up, picked me up by the arms, threw me against the wall and kicked me. Ds's screaming and crying, I got loose dialled 999, told him what I was doing then the ds's started screaming at me not to do it. I hung up but the police came anyway. They talked to us both seperatley and I couldn't bring myself to press charges. (Yes I know). The nice very young policeman asked about my injuries, I relplied that I had none bar a few cuts and bruises, he pointed out the blood.
I had come on , my nice white dressing gown was covered in blood and I hadn't noticed.
I'm now and cringing!! The embarrassment lives with me forever!!!