DP had been very angry and was often abusive. I kept hoping one day he would be the same person I met all those years ago but glimpses of that person were very few and far between. DS said to MIL that his dad often shouts and his mum often cries
. Over and over again I asked DP why he was like he was towards me. He would always say "If you don't like it then f off" / "If you don't like it then you know what to do"
One day I woke up and knew what I had to do.
A while later DS was at a friends and DP and I walked the dog. DP said "You never hold my hand anymore, don't you love me" and I said "Actually no, we are not friends, you have made it clear that you don't like me either, its over". And I knew then that it was.
The next few months were hell. Exdp read all my diaries and stole one to photocopy, screamed abuse at me, cried and pleaded, told me I was ugly, spotty worthless with horrible little titties. No man would ever put up with me. I was going to end up lonely and on my own because I was a nasty awful person.
I somehow got through all that and now am in my own tiny house with DS, have a lovely new man in my life who is my best best friend, I graduated from uni with a 1st class degree and am working in a job I enjoy a lot. Life is good and I don't regret that day for a second.