Yes. I was with my exH from 20-41. We married in 2009 when I was 27 and didn’t live in our own place (without flatmates) until a year after that.
In 2010, he pushed me and stood over me with a broomstick in my face.
He frequently smashed things and would push me but because he never actually connected/left a mark he never acknowledged it was abuse and neither did I.
In 2014 when I was pregnant with DS he destroyed our bedroom and hit me through pillows. In 2015 when DS was 1 he hit me around the head and left with with a black eye. At that point he did admit what he’d done (he could hardly not, the evidence was pretty stark) and went to therapy so I thought he was finally acknowleding he had a problem and was taking steps to fix it. Now I think he was doing the bare minimum to make me stay. He wasn’t remorseful, he wouldn’t leave the house. I was had a part time job and a young baby and I couldn’t face tearing our lives apart. My parents have no money and already have my brother living with them who has severe MH issues so there was nowhere for me to go.
After that there was a period of relative calm, punctuated by outbursts - e.g. at a wedding in 2016 he pinched my arms so hard it was black and blue with bruises the next day because it was 11pm and he wanted to leave and I was chatting. When DD was born he got worse again - he never actually went as far as he did in 2015 again, but plenty of smashing things, aggressive grabbing etc. I think in his mind he rationalised that I’d stayed once after hitting and that he could push me up until that point but no further.
I never dreamed I’d stay through violence - I’m a lawyer, externally very confident and successful, great job, great friends. Very middle class, affluent, it at all the typical picture of an abuse victim. But my dad was a pusher of me when I was a teenager so it wasn’t a red line for me in the way it would have been for others. I had no practical options for leaving. Even when I ended the marriage and told people, my mum was still minimising what he’d done. He made leaving as hard as possible - I am so lucky that I have a great job with a really good salary bc it would have been impossible otherwise. I completely understand why people feel they can’t leave.
I think back to when it first happened in 2010 and I should have left then but I didn’t want to leave the dog 🥺 And I know people must think I was mad to have children with him but (a) having them was the best decision I made, and helps me make sense of why I spent 20 years with him and (b) what can I say? It wasn’t always bad all the time. I lived in hope that if we could just fix this one —rather major fucking— fault, we would be ok.