It also took me a long time to leave because I had to wait a long time for support and had a lot of bad advice along the way. When we went to Relate I said things and my husband acted in ways, in the sessions and the Counsellor said that she thought this was going along the ideas of DV but asked us if this was the case as she had to then work differently if there was and record and inform agencies. I contacted 101 because in this County the Police have their own domestic abuse workers. I was on such a long waiting list for the Domestic Abuse Organisation which is why I rang the police who on the phone were excellent and telling me to go to the station as they would help. Which was me sitting in a room with an angry policewoman asking me to make a statement of which I couldn't especially to the police as my daughter was at home with her dad and the police just wanted to go straight there and interview him. Also with Relate I could hardly say yes the person next to me is abusing me. He would have hit me and thrown a chair at her and also how was I meant to go home again. As I said my friend who is a Social Worker, who we'd hardly spoke in years I rang her crying, I was halfway between my daughter's school and home in a layby. She said right go home, pack 2 bags and drive to her house which is in another part of the UK. I rang my Gp and had an emergency months prescription made up, which they will do went home looked around and thought how the f am I'm going to find stuff, what do I take etc. I also have hospital appointments in this County and was so scared of just walking away and not knowing how I could this transferred as it was just the start of my treatment so I panicked and didn't go. Over those months my GP surgery must have made up about 5 emergency packages for me to take of which I didn't go. I then went months later to stay with my friend, not really being able to talk as my daughter was with me but as I was leaving I burst out crying that I didn't want to go. She went mad and I came home. She has a very stressful job but managed in her spare time to contact Womens Aid in her County who they contacted a smaller charity. Over weeks I had phone calls with them and they offered me a house for myself and daughter with a support worker for 6 months and I couldn't do it. I suffer from severe anxiety and its very difficult for me to make decisions as I overthink things. Anyway my friend and I then didn't speak for awhile, probably because she was pissed at me. I then came back and waited to be given a DV worker where I live. For all that time I just went to my Hospital apps, and sat in my car parked in a park, for weeks. When I would ring my father he always would say where are you and I'd say the park.He would say why are you sitting in your car in the park why aren't you home. So I told him. Anyway I waited and sufferred mentally and had a very shit care coordinator in the CMHT and they discharged me saying my mental health problems were caused by social problems. I eventually met my outreach worker and within 15 minutes she had made me feel better even if it didn't last. And with every other meeting and argument with her she was still this steadfast, strong, person who took no shit of anyone and believe me I've tested her patience a lot.She wrote leters to councils, solicitors, came with me when I was shown the property I am in now where I was balling in the kitchen with a housing officer from the council asking me why the fuck I was crying when I was being offerred a set of keys to get away. The DV worker took my daughter into the garden and had a chat and my daughter thinks she's the most amazing person she's met. I took the property last October, but didnt move in because I didnt know if I was making the right decision and would spend all my waking time trying to work out which decision to make.I paid rent and bills on this empty property for 3 months and had nothing whilst sleeping in my husbands new house on an airbed in the spare room with my daughter, both of us on an airbed.Completely crammed in a box room all of our things in bags and all my paperwork hidden in the boot of my car. I would never let him drive my car, go inside it to get something and got nervous when he went near it because of the stuff I had. I even caught him once hanging out side a window looking down at me when I was rifling through all my carrier bags in the back of the boot trying to make sure I had everything safe while he then went inside questionning our daughter about what's in mummys car. I found a solicitor and at first they wanted to get a non molestation order, prohibited steps order whilst still being in the same house as him so I didnt as that was not the best idea.So I stayed whilst I had an empty house somewhere else in my name. In January after lots of meetings with the council about not living there the housing aassociation sent me a notice to quit the property as I was not living in it. And I was just counting the days down that I had lef before they were going to take me to court and then that was it. On January 10th at 7 in the morning. The night before I was helping the childminder get a sofa she had found me so I didn't get back to his until 11pm. There was not much to eat just 2 pieces of bagels so I ate then uncooked whilst in bed with my daughter. At 7am the next morning that is when, even though its happened before, I couldn't do it anymore. I woke up to him screaming on the other side of the bedroom door that I was a selfish c. He was punching the door, slamming cupboard doors shut, shouting his head off calling me everything for eating what he wanted for breakfast.My daughter then woke up and just stared at me. I have been extremely protective of her, trying to make sure she didn't know what was going on because I didn't want her to turn into me. She said 'mummy should we get up or wait'. I told her we should wait until daddy left for work and that was it That was how much I had to take until I then saw what she saw. And between dropping her off at school and picking her up I've never managed to pack so much shit into a car and move to the other house.When he came home I was still packing and moving stuff and he said what are you doing I'm not kicking you out. And I couldn't give a shit. I was so angry I didnt care if he hit me, I'd just ring to police and tell them everything. He stopped me taking most of the things I'd paid for in fact my daughter and I had the airbed, plates and cutlery off my childminder, no white goods and I paid some man with a van to go to my husbands house with me and took other things, even with my husband yelling in the garden in front of this 20 year old, 'do you want to take the shirt off my back as well you selfish bitch'. I just carried on because as the DV worker told me I had a set of keys to be somewhere else and as soon as he started I said what Ii thought and would shut the door and told him I would call the police.For the first month it was a nightmare as he would constantly call, send texts and turn up outside property but I started to be able to tell him to f o. I filled in legal aid papers to get a child arrangements order but still haven't sent them off as I think if I get any more stressed out I'll keel over. My hair has gone grey and is starting to fall out and my daughter said a couple of days ago that mummy doesn't look as pretty anymore. But it took awhile to get stuff, mostly paid for by my father but most of it from second hand shops and walls still need painting and my clothes are still in bags but my daughters room is beautiful done only with second hand stuff and bits of furniture from elderly people in the village for free. But I know what people who haven't left will be thinking, that to get all this is impossible. Its not impossible, and it takes time and believe me you'll cry a lot. And its still not great. I've got serious health problems and I'm on benefits which only started in January and now we've got a virus which is changing the benefit system again so I'm scared shit this is all going to fall apart. My car broke down last week and I'm now stuck in this village. And as I said before not knowing what is going to happen in the future is a nightmare for somebody who suffers from anxiety. I don't have a computer, this is borrowed until May from the housing association and I have an old blackberry phone and no clue about all this stuff. I don't know how to do a lot of things. But as people keep telling me 'google or youtube it' and my daughter is much quicker then I am. So I know most people probably haven't read much of this but if there is still people stuck, sufferring and not knowing what/how to do things don't give up. My husband now lives 2 streets away from me which is still uncomfortable and like other posts I've read, yeh somedays I see him and thin oh he'sok, he's fine and maybe he's stopped being angry and resentful and maybe things would be different if I went back and tried to be more assertive and said what I think and not take any shit off him. But I couldn't do that before when I was with him so really what would be different now if I did. I know how there's people on here just saying that today was a good day for them with their partners but that's only 1 day and then they'll change again and you won't know whether you're coming or going or whether this is really happening or are you just imagining it. Or maybe like I said earlier that I should have tried harder, given them everything they want, do everything for them, make yourself look as good as you can so they'll be interested in you. But you know what f** that! If somebody loves you they love you warts and all and they certainly are not meant to treat you like a piece of shit. My daughter said earlier that daddy wants her to do something with him tomorrow for the day but that'not his day to have her. She told him this and he replied 'you know what if you don't want to come out with me tomorrow bike riding I'm going to get rid of your bike as there's no point having it'. She's worried about her bike so I asked her what she wanted to do tomorrow and she said she doesn't know now as he may get rid of her bike so she asked me what to do. I said if you don't want to see him tomorrow to say daddy tomorrow I want to be with mummy so I'll come on a bike ride with you on Sunday and that if you can't wait until then and are gonna get rid of my bike tomorrow because I won't come with you tomorrow then get rid of it. She's looking at me and worried so I just told her we'll save for a bike and if your father wants to be a moron let him. So that's what she is saying tomorrow. Thank you for the messages from people of support, understanding and for telling it like it is. Sometimes you need that well I do anyway and for the moderators who have posted links to things to look at. Couldn't really believe what I just read maybe they should be printed off and stuck in the reception in police stations, Relate centres even though the counsellor was exceptional but didn't know the entire story. And my daughter does love the DV outreach worker, even though she's only met her once, but she does leave her gifts from other people in the community who like to give presents for families of DV and sometimes its only a bar of chocolate and some nail polish but my daughter is in awe of her. I asked her what did she say to you in the garden whilst I was having a meltdon in the kitchen with the housing officer and she said 'I don't really know, she just asked me how I was and she told me that she thought I was a very strong girl, who's a fighter and is going to grow and do amazing things'. She told me that she made her feel good about herself. That's also how she makes me feel.