In the early days
I should have known when I heard how he spoke about his ex.
I should have known when he incessantly text rather than thinking it was amazing someone was so interested in me.
I should have recognised when he was love bombing me.
I should have known when he would ignore me for days.
A few years in and one child later: **
I should have known when he started wrecking every weekend when we were away together with his moods and nasty words.
I should have known when I saw him drinking most nights I was with him.
I should have known when he put me down as a joke in front of a room full of wedding guests whilst being heavily pregnant.
A five years in once we were living together:
I should have known when he criticised what I ate.
I should have known when he called me lazy even though I did everything.
I should have known when he put me down for the work I do.
I should have known when he wouldn’t prioritise me or the younger children over his abusive adult son.
I should have known when he started critizing my younger children whenever we were alone.
I should have known when he refused to help when I was unwell.
I should have known when he kept telling me I need to walk on my badly sprained ankle to make it get better - so I could basically sort all the food out for his family that we due to come round.
I should have known when I was called lazy for using a dishwasher or for using a mop and not scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees.
I should have known when he called me a bad mother for wanting him to help share school pick ups/drop offs.
I should have known when he called me a bad mother when I arrived home at 6pm rather than 5pm to make the children’s tea after being at work all day.
I should have known when he called me over sensitive to the horrible names he called me.
I should have known when he started saying misogynistic jokes about me.
I started to wonder but was afraid to leave when:
He smashed the hoover to pieces in front of me in temper.
He kicked holes in the door in anger.
He threw cups of coffee or cans of beer across the kitchen.
He slammed doors to show his disgust.
He became intolerant of the children and was constantly losing it with them.
When I started to struggle to function and was tearful all the time.
I got stronger when:
I received counselling for my mental health that had declined due to him
I visited Women’s Aid and got support from women going through the same issues.
I made a safety plan and started preparing to leave.