Dp and i split again this week, we had been together for 6yrs.
He is abusive physically & mentally and it was only through lurking on here that i realised i wasnt going mad he was gaslighting me. I couldnt be ill or be tired, if i had a cold his was worse, if i had headache he had a migrane, i couldnt have an opinion or friends. It was all about him and what he wanted to do. He would make grand gestures buy me a car ( which he took from me when it suited him) bought me an engagement ring (again he took back)
I was a sahm, he told me i was lazy so i got a part time job, he said i was neglecting the dc due to them going to after school club for a couple of hours. I paid for everything, his money was his own.
He put me down over everything nothing i did was ever right. He called me digusting names accused me of allsorts belittled me in front of people. He would hit, push, and drag me about or throw things at me. He would ignore me for days on end creating an atmosphere in the house.
He told me i had to go to the doctors as i was paranoid and loosing my mind so i went thinking maybe it was me, i got a prescription for antidepressants. He made me throw them away as he wouldnt be with a nutter that had to rely on happy pills ( he denied telling me to go see the dr)
I lost my job and i was upset it was the only thing i had for me, he didnt care to him it didnt matter. The other night he actually reeled off a list of things he doesnt like about me!
Theres lots more alot more!!!
But now hes finally gone and hes staying gone, my youngest was stood with his hands over his ears last night as we were arguing, my dd told me she never wants a boyfriend if there like exp its heartbreaking,
So why after all this am i feeling guilty over him leaving? Why is he making me feel like he is the saint that took me and dcs on and i should be grateful to him?