I've been clearing out old papers and things today and came across my old diaries from 1998-2000, around the time I met my XH. He was controlling, both emotionally and financially abusive, which I didn't fully appreciate until a Relate counsellor pointed it out during the marriage breakdown in 2013. I've come a long way since then and am now in a very supportive, stable relationship with DP.
Reading some pages of the diaries today though has been a massive shock. I knew he'd been abusive from the very beginning but reading it in black and white was like seeing my pain and distress from afar and not being able to do anything about it. I can't stop crying.
In one entry, he owed me (a student) £400 and was supposed to be paying me back £50 a week. He didn't pay and I had only bread and beans in the cupboard. I drank cups of tea to stay full. He shouted when I mentioned money. I was too frightened to ask for it back. He shouted when I simply looked in my purse once
.
I thought about swallowing my engagement ring and needing hospital treatment. I asked his permission to attend a university dinner, and he threatened to go to a lap dancing place when he thought a male stripper might turn up. I asked his permission to take part in a student play. He questioned me when I went on a placement and home visits alone with a male psychiatrist. He had minor surgery and I looked after him but he accused me of not caring enough when I had to revise. I can't bear to read any more.
Through it all, I 'loved' him
and I was clearly desperate not to lose his love. I grew up with a father who was very similar and I learned that the woman must always please the man.
I've collected the diaries ready to burn. I just didn't think I would feel as upset as this. I thought it was going to be a heartwarming, nostalgic read.