Thanks for your welcomes.
I find myself now not knowing what to do now? I knew for about 15 months that what was starting to happen was not right, I knew for about 10 months that I should leave and I knew for about 7 months I HAD to leave. I didn't plan past leaving and now feel a bit lost.
After a particularly bad week of abuse about 7 months ago I decided I had to leave. I had no job, was not allowed any access to money, only allowed out accompanied not left alone at home, passports locked away, no internet access (even though there was a computer at home), no phone of my own, only allowed to speak to my sister with my husband listening.
I decided in my head then that I was leaving. didn't know when or who but I was going. I submitted to my husband and his family, to hopefully gain a small amount of freedom. His parents didn't like me, they often said I was too 'western' and they and my husband tried to beat it out of me i suppose? My parents were Iraqi (they have now both passed away) but I was born in the UK, I lived in Iraq from the ages of 8-11 and after qualifying as a nurse I lived and worked in Iraq for 2.5 years before returning to the UK.
After trying to please them all for this 7 month, cooking how they anted, cleaning how and when they liked it being a general slave, only speaking when spoken to, ensuring I prayed 5 times daily (I normally did just one of the daily prayers), admitting the error of my ways and vowing to fix them, submitting to my husbands sexual advances whenever he wished and the like. The abuse was still there but instead of daily it went to every 2 days at first eventually moving to sporadic, which was in a way worse as it often came out of the blue. but after a couple of months I was left home alone- parents-in-law were away for a few days. Our daughter was sleeping (she is now 18months) and my husband wanted cigarettes, he couldn't wait.
I told him to go and get some, that we would be fine here, he sent me, probably thinking I would of course return due to my daughter (he was obviously correct). The shop was at the end of the of the street, 30 seconds away. I was instructed to be no longer than 3 minutes, given the correct amount of money. I ran so fast to the shop, got his cigarettes and ran back. Part of me wanted to take the whole 3 mins just to saviour them but I had to play the long game. I was a minute. I made him think I couldn't be away from him for too long.
After this I was slowly allowed to be left alone at home for increasing amounts of time- at first without my baby and after with her. I had a hour or so alone before but that wouldn't be enough time to get away so they couldn't find me. I just had to wait.
Anyway, I am aware this is now getting long and might be hard to read and everyone has their own problems.
My point is I left in the clothes I had on, as did my baby, I have my passports a little moony that is fast running out which I got from Taking (my own) jewellery and selling it to buy plane tickets/taxi fares.
I planned to leave but not what to do after. I don't know how to re-build my life especially when I don't even know who I am anymore.
if you managed to read. I feel I need to get it out of my head somewhere where I can see it to get some perspective/make it real