DP and I have been together almost three years. We have an 11 month old DD together and I have a 3.5 year old DD from a previous relationship that he has always recognised as his, financially, emotionally and he's on the birth certificate for both. He has a history of being aggressive, especially when he drinks and is one of those men who walk away during an argument, shout abuse if I follow him, barge me out of the way, push me into things, grab me, call me all the names under the sun etc if I want to talk about something he doesn't like. This argument was after a few drinks and I sat him down and said I deserved more from him. I have Fibromyalgia and he constantly complains that I don't get up 6am every morning, have no energy and have bad days where on my worst days I can end up in hospital. I explained that I needed more emotional support from him and financial support as I'd been supporting him the time we'd been together via dead end jobs and benefits when I wasn't working plus our two DD's.
He went off the rails and walked off. I stupidly followed him and told him if he was going to sleep he needed to sleep in our room and not the guest room as I was re-decorating it still. He didn't like that. He started calling me a bad mother to out 11 month old DD because I couldn't stop her crying, pushing me out of the way, getting in my face and then tried to push me down the stairs. He said it was over, got his stuff and started packing. He pushed my new guest duvet out of the window into the rain so I got angry and 'helped him pack' via throwing things out of the front door. He left at 1am.
I've not heard from him. DD1 woke up and said "Why are you crying, Mummy? Has Daddy hit you again?"
I mean, JESUS. If my three year old knows this, what have I done as a mother? Have I failed them? Myself? Him?
I feel completely lost. The house I rent via housing benefit is rented via his uncle so I don't know if I'll be able to still live here. I assume he's either gone to his friends or his mothers who both live around the corner but I have no way of contacting him without going through them which is probably not a good idea since 'MIL' hates me and his friend will fob me off. He told me to keep the kids, keep all the stuff etc and left.
I feel like a failure. I have no idea what to do. I love him so much it makes me sick. I had four hours sleep, woke up with a migraine, spent time on my hands and knees picking up shards of glass from the floor from the picture he smashed and I'm alone with a puppy and my DD's. My best friend is travelling 130 miles to stay with me for a few weeks Saturday morning and my sister knows we've broken up but I'm too ashamed to tell anyone else.
I'm sorry this was long. This is only part of the story. I feel so helpless. I am bi-polar and I am so afraid this will make the depression kick in and I'll be too far gone to help my DD's, let alone myself. I have no real family support, not in practice, anyway.