The moment he held me up against the wall with a fist in my face stating "maybe I should do to you what your ex did to you, maybe then you'll learn to sit down, shut up and shut your fucking mouth and give me a little respect, ya fat cake eating cunt" I was used to the words, I was used to the yelling but that moment when my son saw me there begging him to hit me so I'd have a real reason to leave him I just knew. It's been almost 3 years since that day and 2 years and 8 months since I got out. But you know when it's over when you just can't do it any more, when you've exhausted every avenues, every option, when counselling and all that has failed. When you feel so low that you just need out. In my experience it took time, took years for me to say enough is enough. I haven't looked back since the day he walked out the door.
When I came home from work and nothing was done and he told me he quit his job that day. Again. I was the provider and nurturer and he was just another dependent.
It took 6 months for him to finally leave (he was removed by police after he tried to kill me. You'd think THAT was the moment but no. I knew 6 months earlier I was done).
After he tried to bring other people into our relationship sexually despite me saying no over and over, after he started smoking over $300 of weed per week and he was always too stoned to do anything, after he would always call me a slut and a whore, after he isolated me from friends and family, after I was the one who went to work and still did all the house work, cooking and even the mowing and he still called me a lazy piece of shit. Our relationship was toxic and abusive, I'd much rather "throw it away" than be unhappy for the rest of my life.
When he told me he was doing me a favour by looking after our baby while I worked 2 jobs. I kicked him out of the house that night and though I made a last ditch effort to talk and discuss things after I had calmed down, he didn't see anything wrong with his behaviour and I just knew I'd hit my limit. That was 10 years ago now and I haven't regretted the decision for a minute.
The moment i realised my marriage was over was when he told me he didnt respect me, my body or the boundaries id set for myself but the final straw that made me leave was 2 days later when he sexually assaulted me and told me no-one would ever believe me if i said anything.
When he wanted to take the car out for a drive, wasted, and asked me if that was alright. I replied "you do what you think is best". He went. So did I.
When he decided to disrespect our child in front of friends... that day I just didn't care anymore... and i knew i had given everything i could have. Very sad and I do grieve for what could have been but no disrespect there kids when we are already growing up.in a world of bullying... the father is meant to be a protector...
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The moment he held me up against the wall with a fist in my face stating "maybe I should do to you what your ex did to you, maybe then you'll learn to sit down, shut up and shut your fucking mouth and give me a little respect, ya fat cake eating cunt" I was used to the words, I was used to the yelling but that moment when my son saw me there begging him to hit me so I'd have a real reason to leave him I just knew. It's been almost 3 years since that day and 2 years and 8 months since I got out. But you know when it's over when you just can't do it any more, when you've exhausted every avenues, every option, when counselling and all that has failed. When you feel so low that you just need out. In my experience it took time, took years for me to say enough is enough. I haven't looked back since the day he walked out the door.
When I was the only one who was putting in any effort to making it work
When I came home from work and nothing was done and he told me he quit his job that day. Again. I was the provider and nurturer and he was just another dependent.
It took 6 months for him to finally leave (he was removed by police after he tried to kill me. You'd think THAT was the moment but no. I knew 6 months earlier I was done).
After he tried to bring other people into our relationship sexually despite me saying no over and over, after he started smoking over $300 of weed per week and he was always too stoned to do anything, after he would always call me a slut and a whore, after he isolated me from friends and family, after I was the one who went to work and still did all the house work, cooking and even the mowing and he still called me a lazy piece of shit. Our relationship was toxic and abusive, I'd much rather "throw it away" than be unhappy for the rest of my life.
When he told me he was doing me a favour by looking after our baby while I worked 2 jobs. I kicked him out of the house that night and though I made a last ditch effort to talk and discuss things after I had calmed down, he didn't see anything wrong with his behaviour and I just knew I'd hit my limit. That was 10 years ago now and I haven't regretted the decision for a minute.
The moment i realised my marriage was over was when he told me he didnt respect me, my body or the boundaries id set for myself but the final straw that made me leave was 2 days later when he sexually assaulted me and told me no-one would ever believe me if i said anything.
When he wanted to take the car out for a drive, wasted, and asked me if that was alright. I replied "you do what you think is best". He went. So did I.
When he decided to disrespect our child in front of friends... that day I just didn't care anymore... and i knew i had given everything i could have. Very sad and I do grieve for what could have been but no disrespect there kids when we are already growing up.in a world of bullying... the father is meant to be a protector...