I wasn't in as bad a situation as yours OP but I was in a relationship for 10 years from my teens. I didn't realise it at the time but he was emotionally abusive in certain ways. We should have split up by the 4th year.
But I never knew what a happy relationship looked like. And like you it was only after I was happy in myself that I finally could see the red flags and hear the alarm bells when they rang during my dating days. I stopped compromising on what I wanted in a partner too.
I am now with a wonderful man and I have an almost 2yo with him. We have been together 3 years, we have a house together and we plan to get married in the future (low key, beach, abroad).
Our first date - fireworks and tingles everywhere. The most amazing first date. It was only a curry but that connection was there. Instant. I was so damn attracted to him! That exciting mix of nerves and attraction! We'd been messaging some pretty hot messages before our date so that was like fuel on the fire there.
We messaged everyday - a few times a day at first, just to see how each others day was at work and see what we were up to, we'd talk about next dates. Fair bit of outrageous flirting too. Then a couple of months in we were texting alot more. More kisses at the end of the texts too 😂
In the first month, we saw each other omce a week. Then we saw each other twice a week, usually once in the week and once at the weekend. Sometimes spending the weekend together, work permitting. We lived about 30 miles apart. Sometimes I'd get the train, other times he'd come and pick me up.
We'd go for coffee, go for walks on the beach (were proper beach lovers), visit different towns, visit museums.
About 4 months in we spent a weekend in London together. Exhausting as I crammed in far too much stuff 😂
And about 7 months in we went on holiday in Spain. Bloody lush that was! No arguments, just sun, sea, sex and cocktails.
9 months in, we rented a flat together and the night we moved in, I discovered I was pregnant. Both of us were ecstatic about that!
I just knew with him. I'd felt things I'd never felt before, told him things I'd never told anyone before and we had so much in common. He hit all of my desirable points. No-one is perfect mind - both of us had a couple of wobblies but we just talked to each other and sorted it out. But I really did know this was different.
We get on really well together. We have the utmost respect for each other - I think that's one part of it. We make each other laugh. And we make it clear, every damn day, that we fucking love each other so, so much.
I wish you all the luck in the world. Keep those standards high. Don't compromise. Be happy.