I really don't know where to begin. I guess I'm hoping you will all tell me I've done the right thing. I know I've done the right thing, but my heart is breaking in half. I feel numb.
My husband has emotionally abused me since I fell pregnant with the baby he wanted. I can't even tell you all the times, sometimes daily, sometimes he'd "change" and things would be fine for a few weeks. He would stay out drinking for days when I was pregnant, only coming home to scream and shout at me until I got so fed up I'd tell him to leave again. This would be his free pass to not come home for another 24hrs. I have no friends. He has tried so hard to cut me off from my family. When I had an accident and found myself in high dependency with a tiny baby, he left me. The night I got home, barely able to get to the bathroom myself, he left me again to cope with two children while he went out drinking.
He falls out with me for everything. Everything is my fault. I'm left to work full time, while recovering from a serious condition that makes mobility hard, do everything for the kids, pay for everything, do all the housework, while he drinks and plays xbox between working nightshift. The money he gives me barely covers the mortgage. Hes paid nothing towards our kids in years.
Refusing sex or making excuses not to would result in me being left to cry myself to sleep from the shouting and name calling. If he'd had a drink and couldn't do it quickly, he would do it till I was in pain, sometimes with tears in my eyes. We got married as soon as we found out we were expecting the baby, and from that night onwards my life has been a misery. If he thinks i've been on my phone to long he gets angry. Everytime it buzzes he wants to know who it is and what they said. He wants a detailed description of where i've been when I'm out, and I'm always lying because apparently journys which take everyone else half an hour he can do in 10 minutes. If the food shopping isn't done hes not happy, i have to tell him what i've ordered for dinner for the week and he approves, and then moans at me every night about whats for dinner. If we're together in public i'm acused of looking at other men. When we get home he'll say I didn't show him enough affection, argument ensues.
Why haven't I left him? Because he can be good. He can be loving. He can make me pity him so much that I give him a roof over his head and he worms his way back in. Hes very good at worming his way back in. Hes very good at twisting my words, twisting my thoughts, making me feel like I'm the one who has made him this way. He'll twist and twist until I genuinely don't know whos right or wrong any more and i give in. He wants more than love, he wants worship, and I'm an inadequate wife for not loving him the way I should. If I was a better wife, he'd be a better husband. But how can I be when I have the weight of the world on my shoulders?
He is very popular, loads of friends. Very handsome, loads of female attention. He's quite proud of this. He's the golden boy of the family, we're the perfect couple, beautiful house, children, beautiful life. I'm the only one who knows the truth.
Until the other day when he was caught, from his family, in his family home where my daughters sleep when they stay over, in bed with someone else.
He made sure to phone and pre warn me that he'd had a massive fallout with family and they will likely phone me and make up stories about him. He thinks I'm daft! He tried to come home and I caved in. Something inside me snapped. After all this torture I finally caved. I LTB and lets just say hes now in a place where he can't physically get to me, or the kids. Last night was my first night alone, I thought I was coping but all his things are here, I have no idea where to put them or what to do with them since the whole family have disowned him. Everywhere I look I'm reminded. I thought of him in the place where he is, cold and alone, and my heart broke all over again for him. How am I supposed to cope on my own? I'm used to doing everything myself, in some ways there will be less work, less washing, less cooking and cleaning. But he watches the kids while i work, picks them up from school. Hes someone to talk to. Hes the only friend i have. Please help me to never ever go back there ever.