Love, never ever give up hope and faith in life, yourself and love.
My son's dad was abusive, 10 years I wasted on him, the damage he did was long lasting, but one foot in front of the other we get there.
He left when I was 42.
I healed for a while, I tried dating, I fell over a few times, I negotiated my way through making and keeping boundaries, I took a break, I went back to it, I had my heart broken, but I learned a LOT!
I'm now in my early 50s. I'm in love with the most wonderful man, we have an amazing life together, my son loves him, he loves my son.
I ALMOST gave up hope, I was literally running on hope fumes... I think if it had gone tits up with the date I had with my now OH, I probably would have crawled back under a rock and just wait to die.
Just when I thought there was nothing left, I found the person who makes my life great, and I know that whatever I feel for him, he feels at least the same.
by all means, lick your wounds, but YOU are stronger than you were, you are not the vulnerable one anymore, you saw BS and you called him out on it.
You do know that strength and determination with a healthy set of boundaries is your insurance policy against those who would try to control you. You now have the bubble of protection, a shield that they know they won't penetrate.
So... pick yourself up and put yourself back together a bit and do not limit your future happiness.
So keep coming back to us, we'll keep you sorted out and moving forward! 