Fuck.
Been together since we were 19; now 42.
Always had volatile patches. At its worst, Mr RT would get physical. The last time was after my 40th, when he thought I was too drunk to remember, and he hit me. I vowed then it would never happen again.
Tonight, just over 2 years later we got into a row. I was pushing my side of the argument. It ended up with him cornering me and physically pushing me back against the wall. I screamed blue murder, grabbed a bag full of stuff and am in an Ibis. I've never left like this before.
I don't know what happens now. I am horrid and argumentative. I know that. But I don't want to be physically bullied.
We're meant to be providing courses at an NYE dinner with friends tomorrow. I know he'll expect me to slink home in the morning, or he'll apologise, and smooth it over. But I don't know that I want to.
We have a lovely apartment though. And 3 cats.
*sigh. He was yelling at me about mumsnet as I left. I honestly think here gave me the push to do so this time...