Name changed regular.
So here is the situation. Been with DH for 16 years (since I was 20). We have 2 DCs, and since the DCs, our relationship has not been the best.
He carried on doing what he always did (going out on all nighters, spending all our money on himself, doing nothing around the house). I had a highly paid job which I clung on to for about 4 years following DC, but couldn't sustain it because I had no help and needed to be away, working late, etc etc. So gave it up (I would add it was not reluctantly at the time, I just wanted the stress to go away).
I went back to uni and retrained so I could set up my own business (am now a year into that). And recently I have been starting to feel like my old self - DCs are older and more independent, got my business on the go and the hours are perfect and it is still not a shitty hobby type business IYKWIM.
Sex has always been a problem, DH is very insecure and he looked at sex as a reflection of my love for him. I kind of went off sex a while back - I think now because of a lack of support and building resentment. He used to pressure me on a daily basis calling me frigid, saying how bad he felt because he didn't get it, saying that our whole marriage was in my control, I was the one who could make everything better by just having sex all the time.
Anyhow, in the past there have been 2 incidents where I have thought there was a grey area of violence. Once when he rolled up at 6 in the morning drunk and on drugs and I was pg, and had a go at him, and he grabbed me round the neck and told me to shut the fuck up. Another time there was a push over the same type of argument. He is 6'3" and it was quite scary.
So, fast forward to a few weeks ago and we were going out to a party. I had been feeling more independent of him, less likely to put up with his shit. After a while I got talking to a guy (handsome yes) and we (TBH) were flirting. DH had a fit and sulked off home - well I say home, he actually called round to one of my friends' houses and starting shouting and screaming that I was a whore.
So I decided to stay at the party and got home at 2.30am. To him, fucking furious. And so he started pushing me over as hard as he could. Everytime I stood up he would push me over as hard as he could. He ripped my top off and was just shouting and screaming for about 15 minutes. I had bruises and a gash on my neck where he had ripped my top off.
It's weird, I feel like I don't know what to do. I know that it isn't right. I think I am guilty because I was flirting with another man. And I also think I am guilty because I would like to do something with another man (not necessarily this man) and do have a wandering eye at the moment........and DH probably knows this ........so it somehow justifies his way? I don't know.