I didn't feel strong. I felt defeated, overwhelmed, isolated, infatuated, confused, heartbroken and worthless, but not strong. For me, I felt like everything that was happening to me was because I wasn't enough for him, and I strived to be the perfect girlfriend because I had given up everything to be with him - I didn't see at the time that he had slowly but surely isolated me from all my family and friends with his disapproval of them (he made me believe that they either had let me down or had disparaged him, which was unacceptable in his view). I had nobody but him and was desperate to please him because I thought it would stop him beating me.
I found it hard to understand why the man who had been so romantic and lovely to start with had turned into this abusive monster, and the only conclusion I could draw was that I was the problem. I must be fat, ugly, lazy, slutty, ungrateful, thick, because he said so. I thought I deserved to be raped because I had wound him up and deserved to be punished.
It took him leaving me, and me meeting my lovely DH, to realise that this was not normal and that I was worth so much more. I still have low self esteem and can't make friends, and when I feel low I push everyone away because I was used to coping on my own, but I think how I was 20 years ago and I was a mouse, scared to put a foot wrong, to say the wrong thing, to even look at him the wrong way, because a beating or being locked out or raped or humiliated in public would be sure to follow.