The thing is, your life has totally and fundamentally changed in the space of what is really a few moments.
That is tough. Really tough.
That is what got me.....that fist landing on my face ended my marriage, in that one moment.
I also had to face up to the family I came from, and all of their stuff.
I tried, as I have said to go through the therapy route, and whilst that has been, and continues to be amazing for me....my husband is STILL lying about his. I know he is. If he were REALLY doing a perpetrators course, they would have been in touch with me. No one has.
It has taken years to face up to the fact that he simply doesn't get it. And never will.
Something that has been a big part of that realisation, is the fact that I have kept all his emails in a secret folder. I have read them back....you can clearly see the "cycle of abuse" in operation. I can no longer believe a word he says, about anything, not therapy, not "loving" me, or the kids, nothing.
But back on 2009, before the attack, before all that...I knew in my tummy that it was all wrong, and that I would, at some point, have to leave. I was right.
I am so sorry for you flowerpot, really I am. It is devastating. xxx