This is a very long post, sorry. I just need to vent and get all this out.
I was in a relationship with a guy for 6 years (22-28), all through 4 years at University and 2 after. It was only in the very last few months that I realised that abuse was going on when I literally sat and googled 'am I being abused' and the link I clicked on said 'if you're frightened of your partner, then yes.' It was a total lightbulb moment. He used his abused-in-childhood past to get away with murder with me and I totally fell for it. His parents were Jehovah's Witnesses and very controlling, but unfortunately that's what he used on me too. I wasn't allowed to listen to any music that was from my (brilliant) teenage past because it made him jealous, and he was trying to stop me being such a 'wild slut' that he judged that I was back then. I couldn't wear clothes that made him think of what I might wear in my past. I wasn't allowed to be on good terms with any of my exes. If I got a lift home from a guy at work (in his 50's!) I had to ask him to drop me off round the corner so that my partner couldn't see. He also told me he should have got together with a virgin, someone who was 'pure'. I asked him if I could have a break from the pill as I was sick of it, he said he didn't see why he had to suffer when I took it all through my slutty past. He bought me a cat then took it away without warning because I 'could barely look after myself, never mind a cat.' Believe it or not I tried to stay feisty through all this and kept excusing his mad behaviour. Although he didn't hit me, he would stand over me shouting until I told him I was frightened. Sometimes the shouting would carry on for about 8 hours at a time. He would wake up, pretend everything was fine, have sex with me, then immediately launch into an argument afterwards. Actually writing this down, I am gobsmacked I didn't leave earlier.
The final straw for me was when he had a cannabis psychosis (he said brought about by his terrible childhood) and I had to get him sectioned - I dealt with that all okay (his family all just assumed I'd take care of him and no one came to see him in hospital apart from me and a few friends.) When he came out, he was obviously too ill to work but refused benefits. I was paying for everything, including his fags, for about a year. Whenever he got a job, he would quit without discussing it first, shouting that he was so stressed he might kill himself. When my own brother committed suicide he told me (after one week) to stop fucking crying!
Anyway, we got engaged. I pushed him into it, thinking back now I'm sure it's because I was trying to wake myself up. He bought me a hideous ring that cost £40 (I specifically said not gold, of course it was.) i was utterly miserable but pretending to friends it was great.
One night we were at a party and he was so rude, wanting to leave immediately after he finished his drink. I refused to leave and stayed out till late. When I got home, he had locked me out of the house (the house that I was paying for completely remember.) He did this frequently too, whenever I had a night out. I had to go to my mums in the middle of the night, walking because I had no money. I came back the next day after he messaged me wanting to talk. I got back and there was a baseball bat behind the door he said was for dodgy people...
So he sat down and said he wanted the engagement ringback until I 'learnt how a proper wife should behave.' Luckily this was the 'PING!' moment and I told him I'd had enough and I wanted to split. Hurrah!
I was immediately euphoric, I felt like Morgan Freeman at the end of the Shawshank Redemption. However, I feel like now - 6 years later - I am still suffering. I am extremely submissive with my (brilliant) dh, doing things like asking permission to put the heating on or changing the channel. he thinks I'm crazy! I then have terrible problems with anger and just explode, then feel very guilty. Even though I do loads around the house, I never feel good enough. I'm actually driving myself mad.
Even just writing this has made me feel better. I'm just curious to hear what you have to say about your own experiences and how you cope with feelings like this, if you have them. 