I just felt like I’d lost my voice, tbh the story he gave me from MH was the driver. I wanted support after he pushed his penis against me, but I couldn’t do it. I was ashamed. And when he gave me his explanation it was like well that’s it then. I just have to somehow heal and mend our relationship, and support him too. I felt like I caused his sadness. I felt guilty.
The time the police were notified is because I tried to challenge the account from MH, it didn’t sit right and he got very defensive. Raised his voice, sobbed, told me how hard it was for him and how low he was and I thought he was going to commit suicide. I’d called him, text him but it kept going to VM. I rang the police after trying to contact out friends. It was really late so they were all sleeping and had phones off. I rang the police, explained that I was worried about him. They asked about the lead up to him walking out, I was cornered and said he sexually assaulted me in his sleep. I said it wasn’t his fault, and said what the MH team had said. They were more worried about me and said they’d need to see me. I didn’t want them too but said if they have to, please send a woman because I have suffered trauma. The said they would. 3/4 days later police came and it was two men. I was so upset, I wanted a female. One stood in the kitchen where my husband was and the younger newly qualified one came into the lounge where I was. He asked me what had happened, I said I didn’t want to talk about it. He did a questionnaire and they left. I heard my husband with the officer in the kitchen laughing and joking. The officer even said to him at the end of the end “thanks for being so good about this” Apparently there’s a DA flag or something now on my address. I don’t think I would’ve done anything then, I didn’t want him to be arrested and I didn’t want to leave. But I am upset that they sent two male officers out on a follow up call. It’s completely eroded my trust.
I think I’ve become isolated in myself. I’ve maintained my friendships and when I can, I see some of my friends. We’re all mums so life is busy. I can’t even say when me doing the food shop stopped being a thing. I used to do it now and again during Covid, I think it started with “I’ll just do it” then I would maybe do it once in a while and he’d complain, so now he just does it. Even if he’s ill he won’t have me do it. He won’t even entertain an online shop that we could do together. I’ve just lost confidence in myself. It’s like now he wfh he wants to take over. At first it was nice, and extra hand with DC etc, but now it’s like I can’t be trusted. I remember one time we all went to the supermarket after a day out and I said I really fancied making us all a lasagne, he said no you’re not making that. It’s trivial, but I thought wow I really don’t have a choice do I. I just stopped asking, stopped challenging.
We started dating at 16 and he proposed on my 17th birthday. It was a planned proposal. I was elated. I never thought anyone would want to marry me. I moved in with his family probably around the same time or not long after, and then we rented our first flat when we were 18. We got married when I’d just turned 22.
I got pregnant first in 2014 but sadly we had a MC. I had the all clear to try again and within 2 months I was pregnant again and gave birth to DC the following year. Whilst pregnant we moved to where we live now.