Good evening people. I write as I've been advised by a very good friend of mine, that this site is so good for support. So here is my story.
I've just recently split up with what I thought was my one. I was a single mum to my beautiful son who is 2 next month. I did the whole pregnancy thing and birth and bringing him up on my own. I was lonely and all I want is what everyone else has, love, security, compassion and a family unit for me and my son. September just gone I met a guy who too was a single full time dad off of the Internet.
Things moved very quickly and I soon found myself being a full time mum to his 5 year old daughter who was screaming out to have a mother figure in her life. He found work full time, so me being me helped out with school runs etc and spent 3 at his. We started arguing and at first I took his shit and excepted that it may be me that didn't see things the way he did. The digs at me started such as my cooking, the way I dressed, the way I patented my son, the list is endless. He was a so called kinky mofo as he called himself, but sexual affixiation, or a bag over his head so he couldn't breath, being sucked in a vac pac bag, (yes you have read correctly) a hoover and a vaccume suction bag did it for him. Not to mention the heavy bondage, being wrapped from top to toe in clingfilm then duck taped over, is more than just kinky. O yeah I forgot to mention how he tried strangling me and putting his hand over my mouth when we had sex and getting me to do things I wasn't really comfortable with. I forgot to mention, he also dressed as a woman!
The arguments started getting worse, the insecurities of me cheating on him was getting worse and it was always my fault. How I never respected him, how I never gave him what he wanted or needed. The abuse started getting worse and it then started in front of the kids, and I started to feel drained. He was always picking on my son and shouting and screaming at him. Then one Sunday morning on the 12th Jan he smacked my son when I was meant to be having my 1st lay in, I hear him get off the bog, go into the kids bedroom (they had moved in with me just after Xmas) and I heard him smack my son, silence and then my son scream, I jumped out of bed where he was screaming for me in his cot, got him and looked at the damage he did, all in front of his daughter I might add. The hand print and bruise lasted 5 days.
I stupidly forgave him and after going ballistic at him I asked him to never raise another finger to him again, otherwise he wouldn't live to tell the tail. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't disaplyn my son. The control got worse and I was waking hoping and praying that my son wouldn't cry of a morning in fear that it would cause arguments. He tried stopping contact with my son and his biological fathers weekly visits. I hardly saw family and friends who all hated him. I was told how ill and tired I looked and how I changed. My mum and sister cried all the time I saw them as they saw changes in my son which I couldn't see at the time. I fell pregnant with his child and had a termination as I didn't want to bring his child into this world when he acted so cruelly towards my son. Yes he did the same with his daughter, but never as bad as he acted towards my beautiful baby boy.
It came to ahead after 3 Mondays ago. We had talked 3 days solid about our relationship and on the Monday morning my son woke whinging as he out it and screamed out at the top of his voice SHUT UP. I knew then I could never help this man and that he is never going to change. He was shouting at me and banging doors and calling me the c word in front of my son dad that night and his daughter and I tried so hard to keep it together, that I put my son to bed earlier, so my son dad could go where I was that embarrassed. I told him to f off and to find somewhere else to live as I couldn't take it any more.
I was advised to call the police the next day and 2 days later he got arrested for ABH and domestic and violent abuse. He denied all charges and then said I had hit my son along with other allegations that I did against my son.
So now, I am being investigated by social services, he walks away with no charge and moves less than 7 miles from me. I am waiting to hear if I will get relocated as I can't stay where I am. Just writing this has made me shake uncontrollably and feel sick.
I carry so much guilt around as I allowed my son to be abused mentally, verbally and physically and I didn't see it. I failed him as he could be added to the child protection list. My son shouldn't be on it if I had done my job properly and wasn't blinded or be so desperate to be loved. My son is starting to become my cheeky little monkey again and I am a mixed bag of emotions all wrapped up with guilt. I thought I was a strong level headed person. Now I've been stripped from all of my beliefs, trust and faith in being a mum.
How will I ever trust again and not to make the same mistake. Where did I go wrong?