Hi. NC. Obviously.
Having been in a similar position (no police, slightly less violent)
SS phoned. I told them things were complicated (didn’t lie). I was more terrified by the phone call than anything that had happened previously. The ONLY important thing in my life was/is DC and keeping them safe and protected.
After I put the phone down I thought WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, NO MORE MAKING EXCUSES FOR HIM, nothing is as important as keeping DC safe and here we are with social services on the phone and I CANNOT live like that.
No man is worth that. And I repeat, my circumstances were “less” as he hadn’t quite hit me (though if I stayed I think he would have).
So, I ended the (marriage) there and then. (I was in a softplay when they phoned, don’t out me anyone I’ve told this to irl) I messaged him from
the top of the bloody big slide that we were done and he would have to leave that day or we would.
SS phoned back within the hour and it felt RIGHT to tell them I was leaving him, because the alternative was to pretend it was okay and that living like that was fine and IT WAS NOT.
It was hard. He threatened to kill himself and got super angry. He didn’t. I stayed calm, for DC. Got him out. The practicalities took over.
I still loved him and in some warped ways still do, but six months down the line we’re coparenting mostly amicably and I don’t have that walking on eggshells pit of dread that I KNOW you have when he’s in the wrong mood.
SS came round for an in person visit. Woman was lovely. I told her the absolute truth and that we were broken up for good. No idea what would’ve happened if I’d tried to stick by him because like I said, no way was I going to. SS was my wake up call.
They’ll refer you in to whatever DV services are useful. They’ll help if you need it. I’m still ashamed it got to the point where they were involved, even briefly, because that’s my worst nightmare.
But im proud of what I did. PM me if it helps. Life shouldn’t be like this.