I'm not sure why I'm doing this. Maybe it's cathartic. Maybe it's so others can see the signs. I really don't know.
8 months ago (to the day) I had my first day with J. Lovely, kind, funny, solvent etc. No red flags. He moved in with me and my children 3 months later. And something I will always regret.
He is insecure, starts every relationship with distrust and trust is earned. He then becomes abusive, little by little. He used to look at me with love, and within weeks I'm already wondering where and why that look has gone. He's critical, abusive and gaslighting. Within 2 months of him moving in I hardly recognise myself and I'm walking on eggshells, wondering what mood he will be in. 6 months in I call the police. And I still let him back. After that he bugs my house, records my every move. And then last week he gets drunk and starts on my children. The end. He moved out at the weekend. He wouldn't go at first, said he would tell the police I had pulled a knife on him. I gathered my friends and children's dad together and he moved out on Sunday. I know I'm a total and utter idiot. And I've still got many bruises (cos I've glossed over many details) but I'm so relieved and thoroughly loving my children, home and peace x