I don't know whether anyone will remember my story but on the 10th October 2012 my DD and I left my stbxh on the advice of the Police, we left in my car with a few suitcases.
To cut a long story short there wasn't a place for us in a refuge so we were homeless until 20th October 12.
We were rehoused quickly, our local housing department wouldn't help so I went to our local MP who put the pressure on and lo! We went onto the deposit scheme and moved into a rented flat within days.
So 1 year on.....
DD and I are happy and healthy.
We are still in the flat we moved to, it's nice but I am saving for the deposit to rent a house, it will be good to have a garden again.
My work have been amazing, I've been promoted and my salary is 80% higher than it was a year ago, they have also paid for me to take my Masters.
I have great friends.
I'm busy but happy.
DD is doing brilliantly at school, much better than before. She's gone from being a C grade student to A*s in recent GCSE mocks.
She has made more friends, she is much more content since we left.
We are closer and get on very well.
I've met a man, it's early days but he's lovely, it has potential although I'm taking things slowly.
My stbxh? I hear along the grapevine that his life has taken a turn for the worse.
In the summer he was caught drink driving which has curtailed both his ability to earn money and his hobby (motorbikes).
Thank you to everyone who told me to LTB and then checked that I was alright.
I am 