Hi everyone
NC for this.
10+yrs ago I was in a relationship which looking back I am sure it was psychological abuse.
I got the chance to move out of the area and start a fresh and I took it!
12 mths later I ended up breaking down in the Dr's and being put on AD. I was on them 4 yrs and to this day still have the odd wobble.
Our group of friends knew some of what went on and nothing was ever said. So it became "normal"
For various reasons I am now living back in the area and they are all still friends. I get the feeling people think my opinion of him is extreme and I should "get over it" (nothing is ever said) but pls tell me I'm right to think he's a fucking arsehole who ruined 5 yrs of my life while I was with him and another 4 yrs while on AD.
He would call me a fucking c**t regularly
He would tell me to fuck off or to shut the fuck up.
He would tell me I was being gobby
He refused to do anything I asked and would reply with "stop moaning" and not lift a finger
He pushed a hot sandwich on my face.
He would say he would be home "in an hour" on a Friday tea time (5pm) and come home wasted 12 hours later and pull the duvet off me and start swearing in my face (I ended up having heart palpitations whenever he came in drunk, I would pretend to be asleep to try avoid any kind of confrontation)
He would give me the silent treatment for days on end. This always ended in me apologising. No matter what the cause.
He put his fist through a window and threatened to burn my parents house down
He threw some coins so hard at my head that they dented the wall (polyfilla needed)
He would text me constantly if I was out and if I didn't reply I would get bombarded with messages. Then when I got home I would get accused of all sorts. "So who have you been flirting with/shagging tonight" and would then go silent on me until I apologised.
I wouldn't have dared get Facebook for fear of a male acknowledging me.
I always always went home to an empty house. He would call and see if I was home, if I wasn't he would go
Somewhere and wait until I was home.
He grabbed my arm one night on a night out because I was talking to a friend (male) and I had finger prints down my arm where he had grabbed me.
I was in hospital having had an op and he couldn't come and see me "because he was out with his mates"
When I asked him why we never did anything together on a weekend he replied " I work all week so my weekends are spent doing what I want to do"
If we were out and I did something he didn't like, I would get a look. In that moment I would immediately sober up as I knew I was in trouble. It might have been me talking to the same person for too long or someone buying me a drink (in a round!)
I stopped going out as it was easier to stay at home and not get grief.
This was more than him just him being a bastard or me being sensitive wasn't it?
He told his mates about the sandwich incident and they all laughed and joked about it.