I'm getting divorced.
It's been a horrible time.
I can't afford therapy.
I feel paralysed with distress.
I keep getting flashbacks of incidents that just make me want to never get out of bed again.
I woke up at 4am this morning remembering one time when I had read suggestive messages on my stbx's phone. He had lied about giving a woman a lift home and had been vile to me for about five weeks. I knew something fishy was up.
I asked him about the messages I had read. This was at 9.45pm.
He went beserk. Shouting, screaming abuse. Waking up the dcs with his screaming. Smashed up my phone. Telling me I was useless without him. Fat bitch. Cunt etc. That the dcs hate me. This went on for two hours.
We were all huddled in bed whilst he ranted and raged at me. The dcs were scared but eventually fell asleep. He came into the bedroom and kept shaking me awake throughout the night to make sure I didn't sleep.
The next morning, he still called me names but not screaming. Then he left for work.
This was all because he was having an affair. I know this now.
This was one of a few similar incidents over the last three years. But this extreme behaviour that was so vicious and vindictive has floored me. I keep having flashbacks to them and I feel so shattered by them 18 months on.
I cannot escape them in my head. I'm scared of everything. I don't want to get up and do anything. I feel like I can't.
I had no way out. We had just moved to a foreign country. I had no job. No language. We are nearly divorced now. The dcs and I are safe from him.
I feel like the legacy of this awful behaviour has destroyed any optimism and future.