I'm writing this as I know lots of people read the posts here and it may help someone else.
It was so weird, like watching yourself in a film. It happened 2 days ago and I did waver about reporting it. I knew today if I left it over the weekend the bruises would fade and I wanted a record of it.
Why did I wait? I was initially stunned and concerned about the children. Thought, it wasn't that bad and it was a "one off". Never thought I would be like that. Always reckoned I'd be the strong fuck-off woman. I was so angry when it happened and told him never to touch me again. Still I waited 2 days. But all the time I knew I was putting off what I had to do.
Then thought, it's just bloody wrong to hurt someone, there's no excuse. Thought of my daughter, what I'd say to her if someone did it to her.
I worried it would make things worse with him but then, how could it get worse? He's aggressive and now he's violent. It might well have been a one-off but it's in him and he can't control it. I will call the police immediately if there is a next time.
I'm not afraid now but I was and I can understand women who are. At the doctor's and the police station I was shaking and kept thinking this is so surreal but it was real. I do not regret reporting it. I would have regretted not reporting it.
Not very coherent perhaps. I am very tired, drained. Still I hope someone else who needs help as I did this morning, may read this and it may help her.