That's it really. I'm not a regular contributor but I lurk, and have found strength from wonderful people who have escaped this dark dark place.
My own situation is long and foggy.
Last night I saw my eleven year old cry in a way I've never seen before. She witnessed violence towards me and was mocked for crying. The abuse has been emotional and mental until now.
I took legal action today. I know MN enough to know I mustn't drip feed. But I can't begin to tell this story. I'm afraid but I'm also determined that this isn't the story of my life. That this man doesn't define me anymore.
I guess I am reaching out for light. It's what I seek. Can we recover? Can we make life good again?