Oh my love, your at the bottom, now the only way is up.
26 years ago, my husband was a alcoholic, and a gambler, as well as violent. I had a 2 year old Ds and had just lost second DS at 2 days old, he was 10 weeks early and had spina bifida. I Husband had knocked me across the floor two days before I went into labour.
I stayed with him, repeatedly being beaten, with no money even for heating or food at times.
When my son was 3 my husband put me over a banister, I came to, to hear my Ds saying 'Leave my mummy alone'
I walked out.
After a few days I went back, I could have stayed with my parents, but although it was a council house, it was my home.
I plucked up all my courage and told him I was divorcing him.
we lived in the same house for 9 months, during which time I had to fight for benefits, prove we were not living together, put up with all sorts of verbal abuse. Finally at Christmas he went to far and hit me again. I called the police, he was locked up and a injunction put in place, stating he was not allowed within 500 yards of me. In effect he had to leave the house.
It took forever to get the divorce in those days, you had to have the custody in place before you could get the divorce, he never wanted Ds but fought me all the way just cos he could.
I thought my life was over. It was hard, very hard, I never got any maintenance, worked all sorts of hours, (I was lucky my parents helped with childcare)
I was 25 and going nowhere, so I went back to school, I was already a nursery nurse so trained a a TA so that it fitted in with school, Child minded before and after school.
Now Ds is 28, married a qualified electrician, and I am really proud of him.
Me Im 48, remarried 7 years ago, to a man who couldnt be more different, still a childminder, own two flats, and as happy as I could be.
The time in between? Some of it was tough, most of it was brill, I learnt to be me, to stand on my own two feet, and get where I am on my own.
I have never never regretted leaving him.