You're right, I think it's probably going to be a long process and I need to be better at coming to terms with that. When I left I was numb for a bit, though I'd just lost my dad, and then I felt relieved about it. It still seems like a new experience not to live in fear or with constant uncertainty and to be able to live as I wish. Except that now I have an uncertainty of a different kind. I really wasn't prepared for this intense loneliness and I'm not coping with it at all well. I know I need to give it time, it's just so very hard sometimes. ExP keeps telling me she's changed and wants me back and though it goes against everything I feel would be right for me, and I haven't loved her for some time, I can't say I'm not sometimes tempted.
I'm certainly open to recovery, in fact pretty desperate for it, and I do things I can to try and get out. I joined the local book group that meets once a month and an online social group a couple of months ago and go out with them two or three times a month. The people in the groups are lovely, but for now at least they're just acquaintances and it is likely to take a long time for me to make real friends.
Even then I'm not sure I can really relate what's happened in my life. Who would really understand what it's like to walk around shopping centres after work or drive from cafe to cafe because you can't face going home (and then maybe be punished for being late), to be routinely punched, kicked, pinned up and hit with a shoe, have things thrown at you. To have her be sick (because drunk) and rub your face in it if you wouldn't clean it up. To be threatened with a knife, sometimes held to your throat, and gouged with a corkscrew. To be sexually assaulted by someone you should be able to trust. To be criticised and belittled, have the person who's supposed to care most about you wish you dead and compare you all the time to men she's known who are better looking and better in bed. To not be able to see your friends and then lose the friendships. And then spend the rest of the time trying to look after her and get her out of the trouble she'd got into through being drunk. She was always incredibly apologetic the day after, but then often just come home drunk again and it just didn't stop. I don't feel like I was ever her partner so much as a combination of parent and punchbag.
I never told anyone until after I left, except for calling the police once (they were useless and wouldn't come out). I've since told three people and two of them have been really supportive, but the third didn't really offer much support and she has since cut off contact with me. There were probably a number of reasons for this but I'm sure I must have put too much pressure on the friendship and can't risk doing so again with the other two who know or anyone else. That's really why I'm posting on here, it anonymous and feels safe. I have looked hard for help but haven't found much for people like me and I feel like a freak. How could I have let this continue for so long? I really don't feel like a normal man at all. This is all why when my appointment was cancelled yesterday it felt like I had the rug pulled from under me. I only get to see the support worker for about an hour a month, but she's so understanding and supportive that I really rely on those sessions. I feel a bit at sea without them. She's also given me some excellent practical advice. I'd love to be able to talk over these things with people who've been through similar experiences, but have so far been unable to find such a group that I can access.
I know this looks like some kind of rant, and I'm sorry. I realise that there will be people here who've had things much worse and I may come across as a bit whingey (is that a word?), but it does feel good to just get some of it out and thank you all so much for taking the time to read my posts and for your kind words and advice. I really have found it invaluable and it's helped.
Grace, I can't say I've ever had a thing about car washes but good for you!. I've never really grown out of getting a thrill from going up and down in glass-sided lifts, or pushing a supermarket trolley and jumping on the back. I promise I only do this when the supermarket's quiet though :)