my husband hit me and choked me in front of my kid.
I don’t know what planet I’m on where this happened. We had problems. We had a date night and saw some bands I’d been dying to see.
I didn’t want to hold hands the whole time and sway with him. I wanted to jump and dance and bounce. He kept pulling my hand and arm and holding me. I danced it off. We got home and he drove my nibling home from babysitting where my kid was still up. We argued and he pushed me and I grabbed his shirt.
Total shock and reactively. It ripped.. he put me on the floor. I auto reacted by putting kid and me.in my locked room. He broke the lock. I was scared and pushed him away..he choked me and ran out. I put myself in front of the door. Before.I knew it I was in fight mode ready to make him leave, so he punched me in the nose and busted.my.lip. I’m.in shock. I. Need stitches but I can’t drive because I drank, we both drank tonight. I don’t want her alone with him. He threw his ring at me after and I flushed it after it hit my eyebrow.
I waited years and years to marry and have a kid because I’d been abused before.
After ten years he hit me. He’s been verbally abusive since I gave birth. I’m so scared. I can’t live on my own. I don’t make enough money even for a studio. I’m terrified and I have no one. My lip won’t stop bleeding and my kid won’t sleep and wants milk because he drank it all drunk. I’m so ashamed this is my life. I was so careful. I waited so long to be sure. And we’re here and I’m just so unsure and so scared. I was happier than I’d been in years, dancing and so peaceful. And now I want to die, bit I have to keep this kid safe for the next forever.
Number of years means nothing.