I split with my ex a couple of months ago. He had serious issues accepting reality and I got reams of abusive emails, texts and phone calls for weeks. Through all of that I tried to maintain a relationship between him and my kids (not his, we were together 6 years and they are 12 and 13). I kept giving him chances, he kept using the threat of not seeing them to get at me, he kept manipulating and trying to control me by using my kids.
I got talked into letting him come on a holiday we'd booked, his mother promised me he'd behave and for most of the week he was fine. On the last night he got horrendously drunk and came back to the cottage shouting abuse at me, following me around shouting at me and generally being a bastard. I tried very hard to stop my kids hearing it, and went up to bed. He followed me, got into bed with me, pinned me down and sexually assaulted me. He made me bleed. If I hadn't managed to get a knee up under his ribs hard enough to hurt and shock him I don't think he'd have stopped. When he did stop he was so fucking drunk that he had to crawl down the stairs to sleep. He then kicked my (scared and upset - he'd heard me screaming at him to stop) 13 year old son out of his bed so he could sleep there.
The next morning I had 2 upset kids to deal with. Ex threatening suicide. I phoned his mum and she said I had to calm him down enough to drive us home - I had no money for train fare for the 3 of us. So I did. I switched myself off, made out it wasn't that bad, calmed him down, calmed the kids down and sat in a car for 3 hours with him to get home.
Since he can't remember it, he's decided it's not that bad. His family are protecting him. They've booked expensive counselling, said he'll stop drinking and taking drugs, keep trying to tell me he's a good man really. He won't be honest with people about what he did to me and nobody believes it of me so I'm literally left with 2 friends for support.
I'm falling apart. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I hardly move. I've been through enough of this before. I had PTSD from my kid's dad raping, abusing and beating me and I worked so, so hard to get over it and he's using the fact that I was ill to "prove" to friends that I'm lying.
I just don't know what to do. I've been trying hard to manage it on my own and I clearly can't.