I split up with my unpleasant exH almost seven years ago, after 22 years of a really grim relationship. We both worked full-time, and he earned extremely well, but despite this, we lived permanently in the depths of our overdraft, and i used to hold my breath at Aldi when i put my PIN in the machine in case it declined. We never went on family holidays after DD was about 5, because "we couldn't afford it". Turned out that he was basically drinking virtually every penny (and there were a LOT of pennies) and what didn't go on drink went on rugby trips. Our daughter never ever went hungry, but I did, once or twice.
He left six and a half years ago, the ex-marital home is sold, and i am with another man. He has a normal job, our household income is nothing to boast about but we have a nice house and a decent enough standard of living. We have money left over at the end of the month. We go on holiday. I am, quite honestly, besotted with him. He is a good honest caring man who makes me feel safe and secure and deeply loved, and i love him in return (sorry for the sick-bucket moment).
However, I recently changed my car insurance, and cancelled the DD without realising I still had a payment due. I got a stroppy email and a couple of texts from the insurance company with the threat of being passed to a debt collection agency. Its all sorted now (took 15 minutes) but the physical reaction to those words absolutely floored me. I felt sick, i felt shaky, it was right back to ten years ago when there was no money, when i didn't answer the phone because it was so often creditors looking for money, when i was afraid of putting petrol in the car in case I couldnt pay at the kiosk, and when there was always someone big, volatile, and drunk in the house.
I think i am just posting this to get it all out. Its horrifying to realise how much damage staying in a relationship like that can do, and how you can suddenly be reminded of it in such a visceral way. i wish DD and I had got out years before we did.