I stayed for so long because, at first I didn't realise. My family have emotionally and verbally, and sometimes physically abused me. My first husband was abusive and raped me a lot.
I thought it was kind of normal. Well not normal, but I never REALLY questioned my lot in life. I just didn't have one. I was the ball in other's pinball machine.
It was my Nurse Prac who blew the gaff. I hated her for a few weeks there, probably because she forced me to face facts.
When I got together with H, it felt like escape to a sanctuary. I could do with that feeling right now, but I have to create my own, and I don't know how.
The other reason is that he has systematically removed evrything from my life, and he was the only thing left.
Up until we split last year and I reactivated my facebook account. That has started to rebuild my social structure, I am in touch with friends. I absolutely insisted that I meet some of the people in his life, and that I be allowed to accompany him to a couple of funerals....apparently, that is normal...I did have to ask on here. At the last funeral, I made plans with some people to come to visit us when we got back from Spain. Well that won't happen now, but they have rung me, expecting to make friends, and I have told them the truth. He didn't like that.
So lack of confidence, isolation, excrutiating lonliness, the single parent thing, just that is is so tough and relentless, especially dealing with traumatised and angry children. And the fact that I really miss the fantasy him, as well as the on form him, who is wonderful Aren't they all.