I put up with it for oooh 11 years. I was married to him at 19.
My plight was compounded by the fact that culturally there is a huge stigma if a woman gets divorced in our society.
I pretty much suffered in silence, except for one very close friend who I told from day one. She'd try and give me advice or just be there for me (god bless her).
He also isolated me from friends and family, first we moved away from my family, then he would just point blank refuse to let me go out to meet friends, then I wasn't allowed to speak to friends on the phone! He eventually tried to make me give up my job too. But I could/would not do the last, because he didn't give me any money, I paid the mortgage and brought groceries and childrens things, he'd then scream at me for wasting money It got so bad I'd just let him buy my childrens clothes from the market, the clothes would be really awful, and really big eg he insisted that we buy dd1 (aged 4 then), tights for girls aged 13! Apparently she would grow into them!
I wasn't allowed to learn to drive, I wasn't allowed to buy gifts for friends (all with my money). I wasn't allowed to buy chocolate!
He'd go out with friends and buy whatever he wanted mostly with my money!
One day we had an argument, he told me I was ugly and worthless and had no money despite working my arse off since the age of 16. He laughed in my face. So I decided I wasn't going to spend a single penny on household items, it was really ridiculous but I just really lost it. After the argument he decided he wanted to take a shower, however every item he picked up eg towel soap shampoo had been bought from my money, which I was very happy to point out! What with being worthless and useless I figured he'd want to shower using his own bath stuff!
About a week after that I needed to go shopping, he gave me money (I just point blank refused to spend my money), when I got home he went thro the grocery list, and he began an argument which turned physical over my purchase of a toblerone! That was the point I decided I couldn't do it any more. I didn't want this to be the only example my children would have of a relationship, I didn't want to beg for every little scrap thrown my way.
However I did not leave, it took about a couple of weeks or so later, when I thought he was going to kill me in front of my youngest child, he actually called the police about twenty four hours later claiming I was threatening to kill him (I was getting ready for work, and ignoring him actually). When the police got there I finally cracked and told them what was happening, I have to say the police in our area have possibly the best domestic violence team ever!
They were symptathetic, understanding and put him on bail long enough for me to get a non molestation order against ex and begin divorce proceedings.
Once I had made my mind up that was it. I cried an ocean tho the evening I started divorce proceedings, I rang my friend and spoke to her for hours and cried and cried, my friend told me 'Darling I always knew he was a complete waste of air, but you were the one who had to decide that for yourself'
Two years down the line for me, and no regrets, I am going thro a lot of legal stuff because he pretty much tried to run off with the equity on our house, but inspite of that I love going home after work, I cook when I want I eat out when I want, I'm getting re-acquainted with all my friends again, I can dress how I want, get my hair cut the way I want. And best of all my world is me and my children and it's very tranquil, my children are no longer frightened timid little things too scared to make noise incase ex took exception to it!