I was only 17 and my boyfriend 47. When we first started dating. I was a very vulnerable teenager with a lot of abuse from my childhood. Meeting my partner at the time felt like a knight in shining armour. He had no money and a small council flat but I thought life would be perfect. We now have four children.
I was very wrong about a perfect life, for the first sixteen years he financial abused me ( only had access to money for the last 2 years) controlling behaviour is always there, more so years ago:
he used to make me go to bed at 9pm every night.
Wouldn't allow me to watch TV unless it was something he wanted to watch.
I wasn't allowed to move too much in bed at night or go to the toilet to much, he would get very nasty if I woke him up.
These behaviours aren't presented that much anymore ( mainly because I choose not to sleep in the same bed as him at night, I sleep downstairs, this suits him as well, he very much needs sleep, the idea of sleeping in the same bed as him, makes me panic inside) he still displays controlling behaviour, just in different ways, so many tiny ways that I can't list them.
Bring anything up with him he just gets nasty, blames everyone else, demands respect and support whilst giving none in return. Doing anything or going anywhere with him he'll always get nasty and blame everyone else. His own family don't have any contact with him, but still he won't look at himself. 9 times out of ten his problems will be my fault. I've told him how upset he makes me but he cannot hear it. Every birthday or Christmas or any special occasion he'll ruin, I usually end up crying on my birthdays.
He's never physically hurt me.
I know and feel so much like a want to leave, start my life with my children, they deserve a better dad, we've been together 18 years. But my reality is I have no friends, no family, I'm truly isolated. I've tried to make connections, it doesn't work for me, I long for a friend and support but it just doesn't happen for me, I've tried, I've truly tried.
It's just me and my children, I make sure they have connections with school friends and going to clubs, I take them out all the time, I play games with them. I wish they had grandparents and other relatives. I wish I had the support from others.
I've contacted women's aid before, but there is no physical abuse. I've tried therapy, it has helped me understand myself and why I struggle in life. Which has benefitted me a lot. And I've started volunteering.
But the reality is this isn't a fairytale. Life is so miserable. My children are perfect. Life with them is great. But I do wish I had a family, friends and a partner who I loved and trusted and who felt the same towards me. I've lived like this for so long.
I ultimately know it's only me who can get myself and my children out of this situation. But with no friends, family and money this isn't as straightforward as the films and books would make out.