I've been married 2.5 years, 16 month DD. We are both professionals. H suffers from depression, previously drank a lot and when I was pregnant diagnosed bipolar. H is very nasty, verbally, threats, has physically handled me, with the last time on Sunday night. Which gave me the final push to move out and get the wheels in motion.
Sunday resulted in H going on and on and on, telling me that prior to meeting him I was fat and as I'm Australian, so was the local bike as fat girls are 'grateful' and Australians just want to get laid, so I basically f**ked all of London (his words), was an easy lay, had a fat arse. I certainly wasn't and I'm a size 10 before and after baby, he then led onto to say that I was terrible in bed, my fanny tasted disgusting, I stunk, was too hairy for him (because I didn't get a Brazilian every 4 weeks, but say 4 times a year), this went on, I stopped talking and responding. H was ironing his clothes and was still going, so I tipped my glass of water over him. He then got me by the neck, slammed me into the sofa, he was on top and screamed in my face. I bit my bottom lip when he threw me onto the sofa, so it was bleeding and it hurt. I got up and said, how could you do this to me? Look at my lip, how I am I meant to go to work with a fat lip. I then got his shirt and said how would you like it if you got blood on you shirt. I didn't intend to get blood on his shirt but as he grabbed it back off me it flicked up to my lip, so blood got on it. He then went into a rage, kicked my shin, decked me (he's 6 foot), screamed some more in my face. Got up and spat on all my work clothes that I had to iron, then poured red wine on my shirts. Screaming so much our baby woke and cried. I was so upset, sobbing. H then said I purposely bit my lip and has maintained on Sunday and yesterday that if I didn't pour water on him, then he wouldn't have done what he did. He maintains that it was my fault, I started it.
So, I saw a place this evening which is available in 1 week and have begun packing all my stuff up, but why am I having second thoughts on walking out on this marriage. The above is tiny example of what happened, other examples are; when I was 4 months pregnant that I would make a terrible mother, when our baby was 4 weeks he ended up drunk, black eye in hospital, was taken there by the police (this was my fault, even though I wasn't there), saying my family (all who live on the other side of world) were not welcome to stay here, not supporting that I return to work full time, god the list goes on - but why is that I have finally reached the point to move out that I'm sitting here have second thoughts!! Its this normal?