Warning: This is going is be a whole bunch of jumbled thoughts. Sorry for any misspelling, and such, I am not the best writer.
So, my life in general. I am 35 years old and been in two solid relationships. The first one physically assaulted me. Almost killed me twice and I went back a third time. Finally walked away after I spent 2 months in the hospital learning how to walk, talk, think again. (You can get the picture). Next, got into my current relationship. Known him since I was a young child. Been friends for 25 years now.
Well we got together in 1993 and been together ever since. Always seemed like he was meant for me. But things started going bad about 6 years ago. I got pregnant with our only daughter and down hill we went. He became mostly verbally abusive. Calling me name, putting me down. I had a dear friend, that I love, that told me to get out. It was not worth going through what I was going through. I didnít listen. I stayed. Definitely not the smart thing to do, but it is what I did. The abuse did not stop, and even continued to get worse.
Now looking at the present. The abuse is still occurring. It has moved from the mentall, verbal to a little bit of physical. The physical is few and far between, but still occurs. Right now I am looking at leaving. I am a college student, and going to stay until the term is over. Keep my mouth shut and my chip up. Not sure if this is right to post, but just needed to get it off my chest.