I'm alone in bed, crying and all I want in the world is my husband to come and hold me.
But earlier this week he attacked me, I have bruises the shape of his hands and fingers, he repeatedly banged my head over and over holding it by the hair, smacked me in my face while calling me a bitch.
The first time in a long time it had been physical but it was coming to a head as I wouldn't let him be in the house around kids as he was increasing in emotional abuse and controlling behaviour.
We were seperated but supposedly working on our relationship. I left after he threatened to kill me about two years ago. But my stupid jealous
reaction to him having an affair in this separate period and then covid fears drew us back together. At that point I thought he really was changing, seeking support etc.
Been together almost twenty years since I was a teen. Can't imagine a life without him. Trying so hard not to screw this up again as kids are damaged enough already.