Hi everyone,
I originally posted on the first page of this thread as 'TodaysNotAGoodDay' but everything was finalised yesterday so I have name-changed now to reflect my better place
. At the expense of boring you, can I tell you my story please?
I got married at 21 to a man who was 33. My father was a control-freak and I didn't recognise that, and I went straight from my parents to the X, and I thought if I chose a man like my father they would think more of me. I was wrong.
The problems started on honeymoon. My new husband was sulky and angry for no apparent reason. When I asked him what was wrong I got glared at.
His behaviour towards me got worse and worse. He was never physically violent to me, but he was so nasty. He sulked, glared, ignored, shouted at, and belittled me, usually behind closed doors. My family and friends thought he was a wonderful person and that I was lucky to have met him. It got so bad that I decided I must be a horrible person to have to live with, and became terrified of him.
I tried everything I could to be a better wife, I tried getting a job, leaving said job to spend more time with him, cleaning like mad (he has cleaning OCD), being chatty, being silent, nothing worked. The only thing he wanted that I didn't was a child. As a last ditch attempt to get him to like me I decided to grant him his wish.
I got pregnant with our wonderful son who is now 5. I expected a little niceness from the X but what I got was anger, sarcasm and irritation. 'You're so fat now. (I put on half a stone after DS was born). You are so lazy, you don't clean like you used to. Why are you sleeping just because the baby is sleeping? It's lunch time FFS'. His behaviour towards me got unbearable. He refused to let me see my friends who I got support from. He also refused to let me work for the last 10 years I spent with him. He chose everything we did. All the home decorating was his choice, all the holidays. Where we went, who we saw. Everything.
When DS was 2 I made the brave decision to leave. I didn't want my son to grow up thinking his father's behaviour was normal. I waited until the X was away for a week and cleaned out the house of all my stuff. I even took DS's cotbed. Then I made the call to Women's Aid. I didn't think they would take me as I hadn't been physically abused, but I was wrong. They welcomed me with open arms. I have never felt so safe as an adult. I began divorce proceedings with my legal aid solicitor, and she supported me through the 3 years the divorce took.
The Absolute came through in February and the final settlement came through yesterday. He no longer has any hold over me and I am so very happy. I have a job I love, the ability to make my own decisions and also a very happy, well-adjusted little boy.
I just wanted to say thank you for all the support I have recieved from the people on this thread, and also to say to those still going through this shit that it will get better. Keep going. Thank you 