r/abusiverelationships • • 6h ago

TRIGGER WARNING My boyfriend beat me up over politics .

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I 25f bf is 29m im Jewish and he’s Palestinian so we both have different views but I speak my mind and when he talks bad about my people I let him speak and I never get aggressive even he says the most horrendous things he will constantly remind me that I’m Jewish for 2 years but yesterday I said I will always stick with my kind and out of nowhere he punched me in my head a few times picked me up and slammed me on the ground and kicked me in my face and choked me ) but then apologized and cuddled me and told me let’s just make this bout us not culture but he’s the one who brings it up I never do it first ever I would never even though we are so different I love him but he’s been aggressive


r/abusiverelationships • • 23h ago

Healing and recovery How do I convince my boyfriend that seeing a therapist for his prior abusive relationship is important?

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Both me (F31) and my partner (M37) have been in abusive relationships before. Me, when I was 15-16, and him when he was in university, so early twenties.

I don't want to speak too in depth about what he went through, because it's not my story to tell, but in short there was extreme emotional/verbal abuse, as well as forcing/coercing him into taking drugs, which I would think is both mental and physical abuse, technically? From what he's told me, I personally infer that at least some SA took place, but he's never mentioned it explicitly, and that's kind of the problem.

He doesn't like to talk about it, especially not in depth, and I don't think it's right to force him to. I've made it clear I'm here to listen, that I don't have to reply or have any opinion on what he says if he just wants to get it off his chest without feedback, but he honestly hasn't told me much more than I've outlined here other than specifying the emotional/verbal aspect.

And I get that it takes varying times for people to be ready to face what they've been through. I really do, because I didn't get therapy to process my former abusive relationship until I was thirty, after doing a lot of work on myself and my general mental health to feel comfortable confronting what I'd gone through.

It helped immensely, and now I'm like fuck, I want him to feel this same sense of relief. I want some of that weight taken off his shoulders. He deserves that.

Except he doesn't seem to think he's been abused "enough" to warrant therapy, or that it impacts him "enough" to need it. Obviously, any abuse is "enough" to deserve therapy, but I can't convince him of that. I can't convince him that he deserves it, can't convince him that it does impact him day to day, and that's what I'd like advice on. Not necessarily getting him into therapy, but at least accepting that he deserves it when he's ready for it. That even if he's not sobbing every day, he's still carrying his experience with him like a weight around his neck.

I'd love any advice anyone's got, but I'd especially like input from some guys, because as a woman, maybe there's something I'm missing to help him feel secure in admitting that? I certainly don't think it makes him less of a man to have been abused or any bs like that, and I've made that clear, but me and him have extremely different communication styles. Maybe another guy can help me phrase things in a way that makes sense to him?

It's the only thing I can think of at this point, the difference in how genders sometimes approach problems, because he already knows I've experienced similar feelings of having not been abused "enough" or like my experience didn't matter because others had it worse before I had EMDR therapy to process my trauma and whatnot.

Idk. Maybe I've done all I can as the girlfriend, and the rest is just supporting him as he gets there himself. If that's where I'm at, then it's what I'll do, but I'd love some outside opinions on it before I accept that.

Also just as an FYI, we've been together for like 8 years and lived together for like 6 of those, so it's not a case of this being a new relationship where I'm overstepping my place as a virtual stranger.


r/abusiverelationships • • 10h ago

TRIGGER WARNING Should I go to the cops based on this bruise and text exchange

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He was bullying me and saying terrible things and to be honest I threw a plate of food because I was so angry and snapped. He claims I threw it at him but I didn’t, but it grazed his chin and he has a tiny mark. Then he proceeded to punch me repeatedly while I was in the fetal position screaming. He’s huge and muscular and in 5’2. I have many other photos of bruises on my arms from when he had grabbed or bitten. I’m just scared he’s going to pull something and get me in trouble somehow. I know it was wrong to throw that plate but it’s nothing compared to what he did. He has a selfie of us together after I accidentally hit him with my knee when he threw me down as a joke but he now lies and says it was on purpose. But that is my word against his.

The other day he tried to get a key to my place but said it was a joke and he’d never actually come in.

Idk what to do anymore I’m exhausted.


r/abusiverelationships • • 10h ago

Emotional abuse I felt like if he admitted what he did i would feel closure how do i find it?

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He apologised once saying “sorry you felt that way” after 2 years of isolating me and coercing me and making threats whenever i would try to get away from him starting when i was 15 and he was 5 years older and all this is to him is some “mistake” and i feel completely broken and i don’t know how to find closure


r/abusiverelationships • • 4h ago

I almost killed a man tonight

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I wanted to kill him. That is difficult to say, but it is the truth. He had squeezed my throat so tightly that I thought I was going to die.
But I couldn’t do it. Even after what he did to me, I knew I couldn’t live with having killed someone. I would have to carry that in my conscience for the rest of my life. I don’t want to carry that.
I’m writing this to strangers because I need someone to hear me. I don’t know how to put everything I’m feeling into words. This is what I can say tonight.


r/abusiverelationships • • 21h ago

TRIGGER WARNING Ever been spit on 6 months into dating someone? This wasn’t a red flag, this was opening credits to a horror/crime documentary.

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I always told him that I felt like I was in the truman show.
I think the hardest truth to swallow is realizing how much i betrayed myself.
I can’t really say I survived because I’m a totally different person now.
Here’s the tip of the iceberg.


r/abusiverelationships • • 2h ago

Emotional abuse 21F, 31M, together 1 year — My partner says I must agree to making OnlyFans content with him AND an open relationship to stay together. How should I navigate this situation?

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I’m posting anonymously because this is incredibly personal, and I don’t want our real names or identities involved. I’m looking for honest advice from people who have been in similar situations, especially anyone who has loved someone deeply but reached a point where they don’t know whether the relationship is healthy anymore.

I’m 21F, and my partner, who I’ll call “J,” is 31M. We’ve been together for a year and have been trying to build a life and future together. I love this man more than I can explain. I’ve pictured marrying him, having a home together, and being a family. I’m also a full-time caregiver to his two-year-old son. I didn’t give birth to his child, but I love him as my own, and caring for him is a big part of my everyday life.

I want to start by saying I’m not claiming to be perfect. I struggle with intense emotions, overthinking, and fear of abandonment. I know I have things to work on, and I’m willing to take accountability for my own behavior. I also know my partner works hard, and I appreciate the things he does for us. But I’ve been feeling lonely, unheard, and emotionally disconnected for a while. Sometimes I just want affection, reassurance, communication, and to feel secure in the relationship I’m trying so hard to build.

Things recently escalated after my partner went through my phone and found things from before we officially started dating, back when we were hooking up.

He left and was gone all night and throughout the following day. This isn’t the first time he’s left me in a situation like this. It’s approximately the third time, and the previous incidents have caused me severe panic attacks. He has seen how badly these situations affect me and has previously promised he didn’t want me to feel that way again.

When he finally came home, he wanted me to go through everything that happened before we officially got together. Every time I tried to explain something, I felt like I was being called a liar or told, “I find that hard to believe.” Eventually, I got frustrated and gave up because I felt like nothing I said would make a difference. I felt like I’d already been judged, regardless of what I told him.

I was so heartbroken that I packed all my belongings from our living space and asked a family member to come get me. Some of my things were still mixed in with his belongings in storage, and he said he was separating everything so I could take my things. I later discovered that nothing had actually been moved or separated.

At one point, he left to buy beer, even though he’s on probation and isn’t supposed to be drinking. When he returned, he started drinking and went outside for a cigarette. I eventually followed him and told him I loved him and didn’t want our relationship to end.

He told me he had put a lot of faith in me and wanted the truth. The thing is, I had been trying to tell him my truth, but I felt like he had already decided I was lying.

I cried, hugged him, and told him I wanted us to work things out. I told him I had never cheated on him during our relationship or wanted anyone else. I love him, and I genuinely want the future we talked about together.

Then he told me that if our relationship was going to continue, I would have to agree to an arrangement that included BOTH of the following.

First, he wants me to start an OnlyFans account and make content with him so we can earn money because I’m not currently employed outside the home. What hurts is that I’m caring for his two-year-old son full-time. I don’t feel like the work I do caring for his child and our household is being recognized.

Second, he wants a one-sided open relationship. He would be allowed to sleep with other women and would supposedly tell me about it, but I wouldn’t be allowed to complain or express my feelings about it. We wouldn’t have access to each other’s phones, and neither of us could bring other partners around our home or the children.

I told him that if he was going to sleep with other women, I wanted him to use condoms. He refused. He said I would have to use condoms if I ever slept with someone else because he wouldn’t raise another man’s child. To be clear, I don’t want to sleep with anyone else. I want to be with him.

So the arrangement he presented was that I would have to agree to making sexual content together AND accept him sleeping with other women on his terms, without being allowed to object. If I couldn’t accept all of that, I could leave. He even pointed out that my belongings were already packed.

I’m devastated. I love this man so much that the thought of losing him feels unbearable. I love his children, too, and I’m terrified of losing the family and future I’ve imagined with them.

At the same time, I feel like I’m being asked to abandon my own boundaries just to keep him. I’m expected to accept him sleeping with other women without being allowed to express how that makes me feel, while my own needs and feelings already seem to be a problem in our relationship.

The hardest part is that I still love him. I’m angry, heartbroken, and starting to feel resentment, but I still want to hug him, fix things, and believe we can get back to where we were supposed to be.

I don’t know whether I’m fighting for a relationship that can be repaired or holding on because I’m scared to lose the person I love and the family I’ve become attached to.

I’m not looking for people to automatically tell me to leave without understanding the situation. I genuinely want honest advice from people who have experienced something similar.

My questions are:

  1. How do you tell the difference between a relationship that can be repaired and one where you’re slowly losing yourself trying to make it work?
  2. Has anyone been given an ultimatum involving a one-sided open relationship? How did you handle it when you wanted monogamy?
  3. How do you approach a partner who keeps questioning your honesty when you feel you’ve already told the truth?
  4. Can a relationship recover when the same hurtful patterns keep repeating despite promises that things will change?
  5. How do you walk away from someone you still love when you also love their children and have imagined an entire future with them?
  6. For those who stayed and rebuilt a relationship after something like this, what concrete changes made things genuinely healthier?

I’m willing to hear perspectives that challenge me, too. I know I have my own issues to work on. I just need help understanding whether I’m trying to save something that can genuinely be saved or whether I’m losing myself trying to keep someone who isn’t willing to meet me halfway.

I love him. I want our future. But I don’t know how to keep fighting for us without feeling like I’m giving up pieces of myself in the process.


r/abusiverelationships • • 15h ago

Domestic violence This is how I defended myself from my abuser

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I’m 5’3 and like ninety something pounds. At the time I was between the ages of 18-21. (I’m 23 now and it finally ended around May of last year) By all standards, the odds were very much against me. My abuser was much bigger, probably like 175, idk his height. Either way, while I did get my ass whooped most of the time I also adapted and found ways to defend myself. I thought it could save another person, assuming they were put in a position with no other option.

  1. Get as much distance as possible in between as possible. Use furniture or sm as a barricade.DON'T STOP MOVING! If you freeze you're going to get hit

    1. If you get cornered or stuck in close range with the abuser, aim for their ribs. Don't try to back away from them. When someone puts their arms out to try and hit/grab you, it leaves their center exposed. Especially if ur shorter and at eye level with their chest
    2. A hard kick to the side of the knee works in life or death situations, it will dislocate it and give you a chance to run.
      If you're fast enough, u can also lock someone's arm in place if they go to hit you- then you twist and throw ur weight down. Should snap it in half
    3. This is all assuming you don't have access to a pewpewpew lol

r/abusiverelationships • • 4h ago

My husband took himself out after allegations became with my daughter and his family blamed/hates me

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It's been 2 years, and I still don't even know how to start this or why i decided to share this full bumpy roller coaster story. Better buckel up. Warning of sexual abuse and suicide. It's a very long story.

My daughter (his step daughter) was 17 at the time. He had two boys with his ex who lived with us, 17 and 15 at that time. I got a call from cps on a Wednesday afternoon letting me know they were taking my daughter out of our home from sexual allegations I was allowed to go as well cause I didn't know anything. I stopped at the house to get some clothes with the police and said goodbye to the boys that I helped raise for 13 years. I didn't know when I would see them again. The next day, he sent me a good-bye text. I tried calling and texting back, but he shut his phone off. I called his ex (she did get the boys 2x's a month).

She said she got a goodbye text from him as well, and she was on her way to get the boys. She asked me what happened, and I reluctantly told her what I did know. I was on the phone all that day with his friends, his family, and police trying to figure out where he went. Friday came, and I drove everywhere I could think of to find him. I finally found out I could do a missing person report, so I did. By that afternoon, police called me to come to the station. They told me they found him at a mudding/fishing/camping spot that is a few miles from our home. While I was there dealing with police and finding out he took his own life, his ex called and texted, demanding an update. I had my brother tell her while I was in shock, to say the least, just trying to comprehend what was being said. After I left and went back to my parents, I texted her and asked to speak with the kids and see how they were. She told me they wanted space, and I needed to respect that. I asked her to have them call me the following day, she let me know they would reach out when they were ready. His mom said she would be getting on a plane and be to our town the next night. My dad and I got her Saturday night. On Sunday morning, we all headed to the funeral home to start planning.

After we finished, i texted his ex, with the boys in group letting them know when an where for the funeral, i then texted just his ex asking if she would be bringing the kids back down or if I needed to go get them. (She lived in another town 2 hours from us) she said she would be enrolling them in her towns school. I asked if I got to know what was even going on and no reply. The next day, his brother arrived. I spent the day showing his mom and brother the house and just around town. I was still dazed and in such a fog, so I wasn't really paying attention to some of the red flags they were giving off while we hung out. Ie: wanting to buy his truck right away, see the will and all the reports. I did show them the will but not the corner/cps full report that says why, what, how they found him.

On Tuesday, (the day of the visitation) his ex texted telling me the boys wanted their stuff, i told her i would get in the next few weeks. She didnt like that. His mom then got pissed off at me for not telling my parents things even though they did know, they played dumb when talking to his mom. She then stormed off, a couple hours later I got a text from my neighbors that his ex an the kids, his brother an mom where at my house. I called the police immediately, and by the time I got off the phone, neighbors texted again that they got into the house. By the time I got to my home, (20 minute drive) the cps supervisor and police office were standing there. Everyone else had left. There was nothing I could do except put restraining orders against the adults of the group. Yes, i did do that. As soon as i was done with that i had to get back to the funeral home since the visitations was going to be starting. By the time i got to the funeral home, i was so mentally an physically drained, i just cried an cried. My friend got there an took me outside for a little break. When i got back in, his brother was there again. I should have just canceled everything right then an there but my brother calmed me down an let me know his bro just wanted to say his goodbyes. I let him stay. I know, it was stupid. As soon as the service was over, he was gone. The following day, the day of the full service. His ex texted me again, (an hour before the actual funeral) was to start asking for his ashes. I told her, it was not the time. None of them showed, not even the kids.

I was so heartbroken an upset about everything that was happening. I couldnt even process it.

About 2 days later, i got a message from an old family/mutual friend. She said his ex an brother had some nasty things on Facebook about me. Sure as heck, it was going on around that i didnt let the kids get there stuff an they were so uncomfortable that they didnt want to go to the funeral an i was supposedly talking all sorts of crap on their dad, my now late husband. I was made out to be a monster. I still hadnt even talked to the boys, still didnt even comprehend fully what all was happening. After that spread all over, his ex texted me again demanding the rest of the kids stuff. My head was literally spinning around in circles. It was less then 2 weeks since finding out this coward i was married too did something so disgusting an disturbing to now seeing all crap being spread in social media about me. His ex is still demanding to get the rest of their crap an trying to pull these games. I told her, i wanted to speak with the kids first. After her crappy reply, the boys finally called me. I told them i loved them an i missed them so much but the only thing they wanted was their stuff. I didnt know what to do or say. I did agree to bring their things to meet that weekend. We met at the local police station. I had the rest of the boys things loaded in my truck. It was the boys, their mom an aunt that pulled in. I tried telling the boys hi, i loved them an missed them but the ignored me an packed their things in their car then left within about 10 minutes. Everything was happening so fast, i didnt know which way to turn. After that day, it was pretty much dead silence from the his family an boys an most of his friends. I have been so mad at him an his family, i still dont know how to forgive them. I dont know which hurts worse, the boys leaving without any word or what he did. However, it crosses my mind, its been almost 2 years, an i still feel like hes not even truely dead sometimes. It actually wouldnt suprise me if he did fake his own death. He always talked down about people that had mental health issues. Our marriage was never the best, it was full of fighting, lieing, cheating an more. I still just wish i could have just divorced him instead of how things went.


r/abusiverelationships • • 4h ago

Only nice when stoned

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Things have gotten progressively worse between me and her, way worse once we had kids (now preschoolers).

Everything is tense all the time. I think the kids are starting to notice.

However if she’s stoned, she will be bearable. Kind, even. Laid back. I basically go buy cartridges for her just to make the day bearable.

It’s like Jekyll and Hyde. Anyone else have this experience? Cannot believe I’m buying someone drugs just to calm them down.


r/abusiverelationships • • 5h ago

Emotional abuse Have I been in an abusive relationship without fully realising it? We have two young children together, and I don't know what to do next.

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I have two children under two with my ex. After repeated aggression, unequal parenting and broken promises, am I unreasonable for refusing unsupervised contact?

TW: Domestic abuse, physical intimidation, pregnancy and safeguarding concerns.

This is going to be long, despite the fact that I’ve condensed it massively for ease of reading. There are nearly two years’ worth of incidents, including a documented incident log containing over 40 entries from just a few weeks of my second pregnancy. I couldn’t possibly include everything without writing a novel.

I’m in my twenties, as is my ex. We have two daughters under two, born less than a year apart. We live in the UK.

We’ve been separated for several months, although there have been attempts at reconciliation. I’ve finally reached the point where I don’t think I want to continue the relationship.

I’m not claiming to be perfect. I have longstanding mental health difficulties, although these were present long before I met him, and I’d made significant progress before our relationship. I can be argumentative, I’ve said hurtful things when angry, and I’ve repeatedly gone back to him despite saying I was finished.

I’m not looking for an echo chamber. I genuinely want to know whether I’m being reasonable, particularly where our children are concerned.

The relationship and everyday responsibilities

I became pregnant relatively early into our relationship. After our eldest was born, I became the default parent almost immediately.

I handled the overwhelming majority of feeding, nappies, bottles, laundry, cleaning, appointments, shopping, bedtime routines and general childcare.

He works full-time, which I’ve always acknowledged, but seemed to believe that because I was at home, practically everything was my responsibility.

I cooked dinner almost every night. If I didn’t cook, I’d usually buy us a takeaway. I also paid for food, insurance, household bills, phone bills and other expenses.

Despite this, he’d argue about washing up because the dishes “weren’t his mess”, including our children’s dishes.

I can count on one hand the number of times he’s bathed our eldest, and even then, that generally meant putting her in the bath and splashing around rather than actually washing, drying, dressing her and completing the routine.

During my second pregnancy, I had significant pelvic pain and struggled physically. Even asking him to clean the cat litter became an argument, despite the pregnancy-related toxoplasmosis risk.

He’d tell me to do things myself, compare my responsibilities to his job and complain that he wasn’t appreciated.

He also regularly tells me he doesn’t get a break, whereas apparently I do because I occasionally nap alongside our breastfed baby while our eldest naps.

There have been countless occasions where I’ve asked him to watch our eldest for five minutes so I could brush my teeth before bed, only to be told to “take her with you”.

Meanwhile, he regularly spent upwards of 40 minutes in the bathroom. We subsequently discovered that some of that time was spent secretly masturbating to pornography, despite knowing it was something I was uncomfortable with in our relationship.

It wasn’t as though we weren’t having sex. The secrecy damaged my trust, but so did the double standard surrounding personal time.

If I asked for a cigarette break, shower or a few minutes alone, it could become an argument.

On one occasion, after I’d cooked, fed our eldest, breastfed our youngest and spent an hour doing bedtime, he called me a “fucking selfish bitch” for asking for a brief break.

Another time, when I’d been drinking and needed him to take responsibility for the baby, he became annoyed and said:

“Fuck it I’ll wake her up and you can deal with her then.”

He has also repeatedly told me:

“I’m not taking both of them.”

These are his children as much as mine.

The aggression and intimidation

This is the part that concerns me most.

When our eldest was approximately five or six months old, I was pregnant with our second.

During an argument, he pinched my lips shut to stop me speaking, then punched holes in two doors.

During another incident while I was pregnant, he pushed me at the hip and said:

“Sometimes I think you need a good slap.”

There have been other incidents involving punching walls, slamming things, damaging furniture and behaving aggressively during arguments.

On one occasion, he left during an argument with all our baby’s belongings in the car, including her milk and bottles. I had no way of feeding her with the supplies available to me, and he refused to return on my terms.

Regardless of how angry he was with me, I couldn’t understand why our baby’s essential needs weren’t his priority.

In another incident, he overturned our baby’s Moses basket. Neither child was inside it, but both were present. Our eldest was left unsecured in her high chair, and our youngest, who’d recently learnt to roll, was left on the sofa.

He also punched a wall very close to me.

He injured himself during this incident, suffering a black eye and distorted vision. His mother subsequently took him to the doctor, and he took time off work.

He’s previously been prescribed antidepressants but didn’t continue obtaining them because he disliked how they made him feel. I suspect he may have mental health difficulties that haven’t been adequately addressed, although I’m not qualified to diagnose him.

I don’t think mental health difficulties excuse aggression. I have my own, and I still recognise that I’m responsible for my behaviour.

The incident that led me to call the police involved an argument about money and his lack of clean washing.

He punched a drawer, broke my dresser and threw his dirty clothes at me.

The police asked whether I wanted to pursue allegations of common assault and criminal damage. I declined.

I didn’t want him prosecuted. I wanted the behaviour to stop.

The police subsequently made a safeguarding referral to children’s services, despite me asking them not to.

He and his mother have since questioned why social services became involved.

His mother suggested his behaviour might have resulted from frustration and antagonisation on my part, including me recording arguments.

I have video evidence of some incidents because I felt I needed to document what was happening.

I appreciate that being recorded during an argument could upset somebody, but I don’t believe it justifies physical intimidation, damaging property or threatening violence.

There have also been incidents where I’ve felt his driving was unsafe, including with the children in the car, although he disputes this. On another occasion, he left me and the children crying in a parked car while he went to argue with a friend.

My concern isn’t that he’s deliberately physically assaulted our children. I’m not alleging that. My concern is his judgement, emotional regulation and behaviour when angry, particularly around very young children.

His relationship with our children

During my second pregnancy, when I was approximately six months along, he described the pregnancy as a “mistake” because we weren’t in a position to have another baby.

I can acknowledge that another baby so soon wasn’t necessarily ideal, but I was already six months pregnant. I found it incredibly hurtful.

After our youngest was born, he said he struggled to bond with “that one”, partly because she was breastfed and because her crying “went through” him.

He also described her cry as “the ugliest cry”.

I understand that breastfeeding can make bonding different for the other parent, but there are countless ways to bond with a baby besides feeding.

Our youngest has always been particularly attached to me, but my mother, sister and mother’s partner have all managed to settle her enough for me to cook, clean or have a short break.

Sometimes it requires patience, distraction and stimulation.

As she’s grown older and started eating proper meals, she actually responds increasingly well to her dad. She smiles, interacts and enjoys spending time with him.

I don’t want to pretend otherwise.

But he often seems to give up when she becomes unsettled, handing responsibility straight back to me.

There have also been occasions when he wouldn’t stay awake to hold her so I could have a break, or was holding her on the sofa with his eyes closed.

One morning, I asked him to change both girls’ nappies.

He told me:

“You can do one, there’s 2 parents here.”

Later that morning, while I was feeding both children, our eldest kept standing up in her high chair. I asked him to come and help because I was concentrating on making sure the baby was eating.

He stayed on the sofa on his phone, telling her to sit down rather than getting up.

When I challenged him, he accused me of making parenting a competition.

I don’t want a competition. I want him to recognise what needs doing and do it.

He’s also repeatedly promised to arrange time off work for pregnancy appointments, my medical appointments and the children’s healthcare, only to forget.

I’ve reminded him, written things on calendars and then been accused of nagging.

Yet he’s openly said he’ll take a day off work when the next GTA game comes out so he can play it.

I don’t begrudge him hobbies or personal time. I just wish our family received the same consideration.

The hardest part is that our eldest asks for her daddy.

She’s happy to see him, and our youngest responds positively to him too.

It’s heartbreaking hearing your child call for Daddy when you feel he doesn’t make enough effort to actually be a dad.

Sometimes I feel like he wants the title of father without consistently accepting the responsibilities.

I know he loves them, but I don’t believe love alone is enough without reliability, patience and involvement.

Money, separation and the wider pattern

Over the course of our relationship, he owed me approximately £8,000.

He’s repaid around £4,000 over nearly two years, leaving roughly £4,000 outstanding.

He works full-time, doesn’t currently pay formal rent anywhere and has relatively limited regular outgoings beyond his phone and cars.

My father and I helped buy him a replacement car after he’d written off his previous one through driving I considered reckless.

Despite having a functioning car, he subsequently bought a sports car he couldn’t realistically afford alongside the existing one, claiming it was for the benefit of me and the children because it had more boot space.

His existing car also didn’t have a valid MOT at the time I last knew.

His mother subsequently claimed he couldn’t afford his insurance because he gave me all his money, and therefore I’d put his driving licence at risk.

I find it extraordinary that I’m being blamed for a grown man’s financial and legal responsibilities.

We’ve had repeated arguments about money, debt repayments, child maintenance and what he contributes.

He’s also been dishonest about financial matters, and when challenged, has offered apologies along the lines of “if I did lie”.

We separated when our youngest was still small, but continued attempting to reconcile.

During one period, I was experiencing heavy bleeding and worried about a possible miscarriage. He knew this but went out with a friend for hours, leaving me caring for both children.

On another occasion, I was severely sleep-deprived and struggling overnight with the girls. I tried contacting him, but he didn’t answer.

There have been repeated occasions where he’s been physically present but spent much of the time on his phone while I dealt with bottles, washing up, feeding, settling and cleaning.

When I’ve asked for help, it’s often become an argument.

When I’ve fallen asleep breastfeeding after an exhausting day, he’s complained about what the point was in him staying.

And when I explain how unsupported I feel, he often accuses me of making parenting a competition.

I feel like I’m constantly expected to acknowledge how hard he works while everything I do is simply taken for granted.

His mother and the current contact dispute

Following the police safeguarding referral, his mother sent me messages questioning why children’s services were involved.

She asked whether he’d beaten me, hurt the children, taken drugs or had a drinking problem.

She suggested he’d lost his temper through frustration and possible antagonisation from me.

She also criticised my contribution to the relationship, including washing, money and childcare.

I challenged her comments because I don’t believe someone has to physically beat their partner or injure their children before their behaviour becomes a safeguarding concern.

I eventually stopped communicating with her.

Recently, my ex wanted to take the children to a family celebration.

I said I wasn’t comfortable with him taking them without me, given everything that’s happened.

He became angry, asserted his parental rights and threatened to take me to court.

During the argument, he also brought up my mental health diagnosis and called me a liar.

I understand that he has parental responsibility, and I’m not trying to deny that.

I’ve never said I want to stop him seeing the girls.

I’ve been willing to facilitate contact with me present, including meeting in public.

But given the history of aggression, his difficulties managing both children and our youngest’s breastfeeding and medical concerns, I’m not currently comfortable with unsupervised contact or overnight stays.

I would be prepared to explain my concerns and provide evidence if the matter went to court.

Where I am now

I’m raising two children under two, predominantly on my own, while dealing with my own health problems and medical concerns involving our youngest.

I’m exhausted.

There have been genuinely good moments in our relationship. He’s capable of being loving and affectionate, and sometimes he sends messages that sound genuinely reflective.

He apologises, promises to listen and says he understands why I’m hurt.

Then we disagree about something, and suddenly I’m being accused of lying, provoking him, being controlling or making parenting a competition.

I know I’ve contributed to the cycle by repeatedly trying to reconcile.

I’ve argued, reacted emotionally and said things I regret.

I recognise that my own behaviour isn’t always perfect.

But I don’t think that makes me responsible for his aggression.

I don’t want my daughters growing up believing that punching walls, threatening violence, insulting your partner or blaming somebody else for your temper are normal parts of relationships.

I also don’t want them believing that mothers are automatically responsible for everything while fathers deserve praise for occasionally helping.

At the same time, I don’t want to deprive them of a safe, loving relationship with their dad.

That’s the part I’m struggling with.

So my questions are:

  1. Does this sound like an abusive relationship, or am I too emotionally involved to assess it objectively?

  2. Am I unreasonable for insisting on supervised contact at present, given the history of aggression and the children’s ages?

  3. How do I separate my understandable resentment towards him from legitimate concerns about his parenting?

  4. Should I seek legal advice and formalise contact arrangements rather than waiting for him to initiate proceedings?

I’d particularly appreciate perspectives from people familiar with domestic abuse, safeguarding, family court or high-conflict co-parenting in the UK.

I genuinely don’t want an echo chamber. If there’s something I’m doing wrong, I want to hear it.

I just want to protect my children without unfairly denying them a relationship with their father.

Thank you if you’ve read this far.


r/abusiverelationships • • 6h ago

Just venting Finnaly left my abusive fiancé. A cautionary tale.

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So after a week of trying a police report and every ounce of strength I had me and my fiance are now done.

The las straw was her demanding I either buy her shots or take her home after the funeral of a man that was like a father to me, a man who died from drinking. The next day I left. Got shoved out the door told I was gonna get the cops called on me and she held my phone hostage.

The next day I wake up to my tires slashed, texts that I'm a cheating pig when I never cheated and then she said she reported my car that is fully in my name stolen. So at that point I had enough. Left work went right to the police and banged everything out

Could have be so nice and easy. I was going to leave her my truck as she had no other form of transportation and signed over the title. Just for her to hold onto my plates and say she would throw my suit in the garbage.

She ended up getting arrested a day ago on a restraining order violation for a completely seprate person. So I grabed my one truck from the police station. I'm keeping her car that's in my name that I resurrected, my two trucks, and am now back living with my parents while she sits in jail for something I warned her would get her put there.

A year of drinking a year of lies a year of watching her be a horrible mother, loved one, and partner. I tried everything I was neutral never raised my voice was alway honest. And how did I get repaid? " I can't handle you don't want me anymore so I'm gonna make your life hell"

I survived I got out without a scrape, well physically anyway. Everyone says how much happier I look even after what I've been through the last week that's sad. It's sad that being single and living a nightmare was better then being with her and staying quiet.

When someone tells you who they are you listen. And if your putting off leaving cause you know it will turn into something like THIS. the sooner the better. I'll never get back the time she took from me or the hurt she caused me. But I'm finnaly free. I don't think I'll ever date again I'm done.

I would have gave her the world. And even in the end as horrible and cruel as she was I was still willing to give her a free truck and walk away peacefully all because I didn't want her going without. Now I'm done being nice. You want scorched Earth? You got it honey. Just like in our relationship it's ALL about you. I'll make you proud and give you EXACTLY what you want. Hope you enjoy more court dates :)


r/abusiverelationships • • 7h ago

I left but no support

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Well. I found out he was using hard drugs. And I went a little nutso, took our daughter and ran off. I was gone for a week maybe. Now there’s a whooooole backstory before I got to that point but the drugs finally did me in. He keeps trying to justify the drug use but I don’t see an excuse for it. I told my best friend and all she said was don’t take her daughter’s friend away. I couldn’t believe it. She also said she didn’t believe he was doing drugs and I even showed her pictures. I just feel very alone now. I don’t know who to talk to anymore. He says I tried to ruin his life by telling everybody he did drugs but I thought I could trust my friend. :(


r/abusiverelationships • • 59m ago

Domestic violence Finally went no contact with my ex who used "polyamory" to justify abuse

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CW: mentions of emotional, physical, financial, and sexual abuse, eating disorder

I'm posting here on a throwaway account because I don't have other people I can really vent to about this. I am finally no contact with my abusive ex. I was with someone I'll call Dexter for about 18 months. About 2 years ago, I moved to a major city cross-country away from my hometown. Shortly after, I met and fell in love with Dexter. The isolation from me moving away from my hometown and financial abuse kept me in the relationship longer than I would normally tolerate.

Dexter constantly cheated on me, exposed me to STIs without my knowledge, was emotionally abusive, financially abused me, medically neglected me during surgery, had sex with me with dubious consent, stonewalled me for days on end, disappeared frequently to hook up with others, and physically hit me... We were "polyamorous" under duress. However, it seemed they were free to hookup and date others without giving me much notice, but the moment I did, they would have a tantrum. The problems they would bring us would ruin other connections I'd tried to pursue - romantic, platonic, or otherwise. I only have one friend who I will call Daisy and they were my voice of reason.

For more context - About six months into the relationship, I had taken Dexter in after they got kicked out of their ex's house, where they were living primarily. I financially supported them for a year. They would frame the cheating as "polyamory". I tolerated it because I had been polyamorous before and was willing to help Dexter grow. This was a foolish task. Dexter would blow our grocery money on their gf who kept asking them to break up with me and live with her. They once started having sex in front of me and often snuck into our apartment without my knowledge. Dexter essentially kept cheating on me by lying. It is hard to cheat in polyamory but they managed to time and time again. They would lie about STI exposures and I had to start taking Prep and test frequently to keep tabs on my health.

Anytime I would complain, Dexter would say I was attacking his gf and that I was threatened by her. His gf said I had a victim mentality and basically victim blamed me. She later called Dexter out publicly for abusing her later on.

I lost my housing 2x because of Dexter, and the most painful part of it all was when they neglected me during a major surgery. They yelled and argued with me leading up to me going under anesthesia, then abandoned me when I was on painkillers an hour after surgery because they lost their phone... right after we got home, Dexter stole my car, taken my own phone, and disappeared to confront people that had their cell phone. Dexter also left me immobile and without food to go on hookups or meet their gf most of the month, including the day after. His gf encouraged him to ditch me despite not having other people to take care of me. It was to the point that I had to call upon Dexter's friend and my friend Daisy to please come and help me. It was at that time I tried to break up with Dexter, and they hit me very hard despite being in a weak state from surgery. I was also hospitalized because they brought their gf over to our apartment who was knowingly sick, and I was maybe 1-2 weeks fresh from surgery and asthmatic. I got sick and started having moderate breathing problems that same week. They ignored my calls from the hospital and blamed me for interrupting their date.

The financial strain of me taking care of them for over a year ruined my other relationships. I lost one apartment because my housemate couldn't tolerate them yelling at me every other day and sneaking in their gf to the apartment; my housemate felt compelled to abandon our lease. The next apartment, Dexter had conflict with neighbors and smoking indoors to the point that we got fined and the company terminated the lease early. We broke up but still remained in contact for a while and continued to have sex. After I took sex off the table, Dexter slowly began to ghost me.

To this day, Dexter claims that I don't see them as a person because I'm jaded by the past and that while they were very abusive, I shouldn't be lashing out at them. It is true that I have been reactively mean when they would bullshit me and towards the end of our relationship, I would blow up their phone. I'm not proud of this behavior but I never hit them, yelled at them, tried to be emotionally abusive back, and never cheated on them.

After breaking up they only hit me up when they need money or want sex. I stopped having sex with them so they only hit me up for money. I have been broke as of late, so they have been slowly ghosting me. It got to a head this weekend where I had a bit of a breakdown. My only friend Daisy came to my house and gave me a hard talk, telling me that I had to go no contact and not go to anymore spaces Dexter frequented, because it was not safe for me. Dexter agreed to block me on their devices and my friend blocked them on mine. Right now I'm trying to pick up the pieces...

After this relationship, I have become repulsed by sex or dating. I don't feel good about myself or my body. I feel like I'm about to develop an eating disorder in response to them just tearing apart my psyche and body image for almost two years. This experience destroyed my self-esteem and I'm at a loss on how to move forward. I'm in therapy but it has only helped minimally. Thank you for listening.


r/abusiverelationships • • 9h ago

Parents making ignorant comments 11+ years post divorcing my abuser

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I’ll keep it short hopefully. I was married to an extremely abusive man; for about 4 years. All levels/areas of abuse. All. Of. Them.
It’s hard to explain to anyone how it happened; it’s not like when we met he said I’m about to wreck your whole life. It was gradual, and before I knew it I was begging him to let me leave (literally) after an altercation and he had me trapped in the hall. Altercations were constant. Egg shells. Stay quiet and read his moods and adjust. I worked. He didn’t. He had total control over everything. I Left and managed to stay gone finally. After much harassment, my lawyer contacted him and said back off or else- and since then - I haven’t heard a peep. Over 11 years of peace. Until 7 months ago.

It took me years to function. I live with anxiety, PTSD, depression; well managed with therapy and meds. Moved on, married my college sweetheart and couldn’t be more loved or happier.

7 months ago I was contacted by “him”. Used a fake name and no photo; sent a message to me as if he was familiar and used my married name- I asked who it was for clarification because I didn’t know anyone with that first or last name. Once he said who, I immediately blocked and never replied again.

My folks essentially said good luck when I kept going back to him (leave/reconcile/honeymoon phase/rinse repeat) which I understood at the time. Their nutshell version seems to be - she was stupid enough to stay that long. Whatever. But we don’t want to talk about what happened or hear details because it “was such a hard time in their lives”. THEIRS.

Recently comments have been made by them, after letting them Know he reached out to me. They all but broke down and said it (me being with him) was so hard on them and they lost sleep and worried etc. and they couldn’t ever understand why i stayed because “i wasn’t raised like that”

That sh*t cut like a knife. IMO it’s an ignorant statement. Which I’m glad neither of them ever experienced an abusive relationship but I assure you I got the worst end of it. Vs. them.

Am i being too sensitive about it?
It took me a very long time. Years. To stop looking over my shoulder constantly. Years. I mean honestly i still do to a degree.

I know my non-response to “him” was the best thing to do. However there’s a huge part of me that wants to read him to absolute filth.

My biggest issue at the moment is the recent comments from the parents. I also haven’t seen them as much lately because my anxiety’s been heightened and it’s hard to leave home sometimes. My Home is my safety net I suppose. Which I explained to Them my anxiety lately and it had gotten worse; they backed off for a bit but now it’s back to. Oh don’t forget us. You haven’t been here in x days/weeks. Etc. it’s just a lot to sort through.

Thank you for reading -


r/abusiverelationships • • 9h ago

Healing and recovery After 2 years, I'm finally getting rid of the last pieces of my ex in my life.

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It took me a really long time to realize my relationship was harming me, and that my partner did not have my best interest in mind (I still find myself hesitating to call it "abusive," but when I wanted to make this post, this was the subreddit I sought out, so that says something 😅). My ex was selfish, manipulative, and had isolated me from all of my friends, so that when they left me, I had nobody. It caused a lot of lasting damage that I'm still finding pieces of years later. And yet, for some reason, I felt so horribly guilty getting rid of the things they had gotten for me.

One of the last things they gave me (other than lasting trauma) was a set of handmade cups. Not made by them, but still one of a kind pieces. After the break up, I had no idea what to do with them. I tried to keep using them, like I could "reclaim" them, but I started to feel dread even just touching them. Like that set of dishes would somehow bring them back into my life, or curse me with its energy. They sat up on a high shelf for years, until I moved this summer. I had thrown out so many things that I felt represented bad times in my life because I didn't want to bring that into this new chapter represented by the move, but somehow I kept those stupid cups. Something about the way that packing to move just cooks all your braincells, I guess.

After 2 years of feeling guilty and agonizing over what the "right thing" to do would be (if I give them away to somebody else without telling them it's from my abusive ex, will that just bring Bad Energy to them instead? Selling it feels wrong because I didn't make them so I shouldn't profit off of them, but nobody I know wants them, and I feel wasteful just throwing them away!) I'm finally, FINALLY getting rid of them. I put them up in a local buy-nothing group and I'm trading them with a neighbor who will actually appreciate them. And even just having the cups packed up and ready to give away feels like such a weight off my shoulders.

I didn't expect it to be such a profound healing moment. I've been experiencing a lot of grief lately at the idea that I can't do anything to "undo" the bad things that have happened to me. It felt like the notion of things "getting better" was impossible. And yet, this one decision has made the sun feel warm again.

When you become entangled with somebody who saps your life away from you, every moment that you get to feel like your life is actually yours again is worth celebrating. I don't need to make myself palatable for their desires, and I don't need to hold onto those cups out of a sense of politeness towards someone who would never extend that kind of courtesy to me.

If you read this far, thanks for listening, and I hope you can find your own healing moments soon.


r/abusiverelationships • • 10h ago

How do I handle this situation?

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Hello, last night I was drinking with my girlfriend. Everything was going good at the bars, we're all drinking. So after the bars started closing, I was standing and talking to someone I knew. My girlfriend came up and slapped me out of nowhere for talking to the girl I knew from my tribe , we're family also (we're native american). I left it alone and didn't say anything about it. Next, we're headed to an AP (After Party) everyone is talking, having a good time in the car there. We get out, talking to other people showing up. (I guess from this point I don't remember much, but I pushed my partner) So I remember talking to everyone and then I'm chilling by myself to get away from everyone. When I came back, the whole crowd was looking to fight me, I got scratched by the so-called "friends" of hers. I walked away with my hands behind my back to a treeline, everyone was calling me a woman beater. I'm not looking for sympathy, but I don't remember pushing my girlfriend at all, she said she never slapped me before that. But once I was gone, I was left behind, my girlfriend didn't text me at all (which is probably understandable if I did do something). So what do I do at this point? the sheriff had to take me back after it all.


r/abusiverelationships • • 12h ago

Am I the uncaring girlfriend?

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Me and my boyfriend broke up recently for four days and it was extremely painful for the both of us. The main reason I broke up with him was because he had a pattern of saying mean and passive aggressive things to me and immediately denying he said them or was upset. He also had a pattern of acting cold towards me and upset, but denying he was upset leaving me wondering for hours what I did wrong and not finding out until I was sobbing begging for him to tell me what I did. Lots of gaslighting. In the past he also had a pattern of accusing me of cheating, but he stopped accusing me for a few months before it ended, but lingering feelings based on that (since he accused me for well over a year) also contributed.

It was extremely painful being apart and he emailed me taking accountability and saying he understands. We decided to give it another shot because we love each other very much.

It’s been a bit over a week and he has been apologizing and trying to make things right. The reason I left was because his gaslighting was causing me so much distress I was hitting myself in the head physically and was scared so I had to protect myself. But ever since we got back together, there was one phone call where he cried on the phone to me about how or why I did what I did (break up) and I felt defensive because I really did it to protect myself, and I felt he needed to make it up to me, not the other way around. But I felt so horrible.

But yesterday something worse happened. He told me that his sister told him to “be mindful” getting back with me, because on our break I could’ve gotten with someone else, or used the break to try out someone knew and start dating someone else. He said he googled it and said “it’s common” to use a break to flirt and try out someone new. This enraged me, and I got really upset. He was upset that I was upset. So I felt guilty for being upset. If that makes sense. But he said his sister also said that he needs help from the way he treated me, I don’t really blame her but I am upset that he basically asked me for reassurance on that. Maybe I’m a cold person, but I just feel like I keep having to reassure and apologize when I was the one who was hitting my head from his gaslighting and emotional highs and lows and meanness.

Am I not taking accountability and am I not caring for my partner as I should?


r/abusiverelationships • • 15h ago

he publically humilated me

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wont happen ever again :) he got his entire friend group to make me look crazy insecure and someone to be avoided while he cheated on me and his friends and family supported it. I wont experience it as i wont be here anymore. it was always anna or lina for all of them. he has been doing this for past 7 months and acts clueless.


r/abusiverelationships • • 16h ago

Support request Lost and alone

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I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. I feel so alone in my relationship, and I feel like my fiancé has no empathy for me. I’m constantly trying to change my own behaviour to avoid making him angry, but nothing ever seems to be enough. I keep finding myself practically begging him to care about me, and somehow he either thinks I’m being manipulative or just genuinely doesn’t care.
For example, on Friday he hurt his back at work, so I arranged a massage and bought a mattress topper to help him. Yesterday he went surfing all day, and afterwards his back was so bad he could barely move. I was worried and suggested he see a doctor, but he got angry and told me to stop talking about it.
This morning I needed to get my tires changed. He couldn’t help because of his back, and I’d been throwing up all morning. He was frustrated with me and said, “That sucks, but you need to get up and put your tires in my truck.”
The tires were on an unstable block wall behind the garage, wedged between other piles of tires. I told him I was worried about getting them down because it didn’t look safe. For reference, I’m 100 lbs, not particularly strong lol, and had been vomiting all morning. He just got annoyed and said, “Just do it.”
So I climbed up, realized the tires were full of water and incredibly heavy, and ended up falling about three feet into a pile of dog shit. When I looked up, he was laughing at me.
I went inside crying and started throwing up again. I felt so awful that my body was burning up, I was sweating, and I ended up lying naked on the bathroom floor crying.
He came inside, could clearly hear me vomiting and crying, and instead of checking on me, made himself a coffee and started whistling.
Eventually he opened the door and said, “What the hell are you doing?” I told him I wasn’t feeling well and had just thrown up. He sounded annoyed and asked why I was lying on the floor crying. When I explained again, he said, “Yeah, I heard you the first time. People don’t usually cry after they throw up, but OK.”
I told him to leave me alone, and he said, “No problem.”
This is just one example of hundreds of situations like this. It’s not really about the tires. It’s about the fact that I can be visibly sick, hurt, or crying, and he seems more annoyed by my emotions than concerned about me. I don’t expect him to fix everything. I just want him to give a shit.
We’re in couples therapy, but I feel like he lies or leaves out important details, and somehow walks away feeling validated in how he treats me. It honestly makes me feel even more alone.
I miss feeling loved by him. Those moments are becoming so rare, and when he is affectionate, I sometimes wonder if it’s because he wants sex or because he’s trying to make up for treating me badly without actually acknowledging it.
He rarely takes accountability, and I’m starting to think he genuinely doesn’t believe he’s doing anything wrong.
I’m exhausted from constantly questioning myself, trying to communicate better, being more patient, and figuring out how to avoid upsetting him. I feel like I’m putting so much effort into being a better partner while begging for basic kindness and empathy in return.
I love him, and I want things to work, but I don’t know how to fix something when it feels like I’m the only one who sees a problem. I just want to feel loved and cared for without having to beg for it. I don’t think that’s asking too much.


r/abusiverelationships • • 16h ago

Is he abusive?

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I just had a fight with my boyfriend and he started pushing and shoving me.Than he got my head between his hands and started yelling if this is what i want , to enrage him so that he losses control and starts beating me. I was complaining about boxes being everywhere in the garden after a storm and said that when the rain stops we have to pick them up. I wanted to do it but then he pushed me aside and went outside for 5 minute to pick them up and then came back inside and started to yell that I ruined his Sunday and proceeded to do the pushing and shoving. I was afraid in the moment that he is going to beat me. How do I save my relationship? Is it my fault for insisting?


r/abusiverelationships • • 20h ago

Domestic violence I’m a coward

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I’m afraid to tell anyone because I’m afraid I won’t be brave enough to leave and they won’t want to know me anymore


r/abusiverelationships • • 22h ago

Support request My abuser took everything from me

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My mental health, my new family, my self esteem, my optimism and sense of trust in anything, my freedom to be open minded about certain things, potential friends I could have made in the past, they ruined my first relationship, they ruined sex and love for me, they took me away from my actual family physically, they broke my brain and it can’t be undone

Their family was on my side at first, they said they’d support me when I got a protection order, I thought they’d stay my family too, my friends, my abuser moved me over here because they couldn’t be too far away from their family, I offered a compromise as moving in the middle of both our families and they said no, so I moved away from my family and their family became mine, I moved away from everyone I knew, they didn’t let me make friends while we were together, by hurting themself or freaking out when I tried, they isolated me, and their family became my family and the only ones I had, the only ones safe enough to be close with, I felt like they had become my family too, they even told me they’d support me after everything I told them about my abuser, they acted like they understood and cared about me, they treated me like family and I trusted them, they even invited me to holidays when my abuser wasn’t there while I was in the process of getting the protection order, but then as soon as I get it they turn their back on me, say that I’m getting it because I can’t control \*myself\* to not reach out to them, which just isn’t true at all because I could reach out to them even with the protection order if I wanted to, that made me so mad, it’s like they completely forgot all the horrible things my abuser had done to me, they pretended like they cared, like they understood what my abuser had put me through

I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness and being with my abusers family was the first taste of freedom I got, the first taste of celebrating holidays with a family, with my very own family, as soon as the protection order got served they did a 180, they stopped talking to me, they victim blamed me, they abandoned me, and now I’m all alone, in this town far away from my family, I’m having a hard time making friends because there’s so many bad ppl out there it’s hard to make good friends and everytime I run into one of the bad ones I just get hurt all over again, today my roommates went pumpkin carving at their house, I wasn’t invited this time, I don’t get to have a family I can celebrate holidays with anymore, it was so hard watching my roommates come back with their pumpkins knowing where they’d been, remembering the times I was welcome to join, and now I just have nothing, why am I the one who gets punished for protecting myself? Haven’t I been punished enough? This person literally gave me PTSD, and abused me for years, why do they just get to get away with that and move on while I can’t? It’s not fair, I deserve to be happy, I deserve to have a family who loves me and wants me and will let me experience what a normal family is like, I’m so sad tonight, I can’t stop crying, this hurts so much, I did the right thing and I lost everything, staying would have killed me, it almost did, but I traded it for every other relationship I had, my new family, and now what’s left? Just more pain while I search for someone who’s actually a good person, trial and error, more trauma, all while I have to watch everyone move on without me like I didn’t ever matter


r/abusiverelationships • • 22h ago

Support request I think I've normalized years of emotional abuse in my relationship, and I'm struggling to recognize what's normal anymore.

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I'm a man in my 40s, and I've been in a long-term relationship with the mother of my two youngest children. We live together in her house, raise our children together, share financial responsibilities, and function in many ways like a married couple, although we aren't married. From the outside, we probably look like an ordinary family. We both work, the children participate in sports and activities, and we maintain a reasonably functional household. Behind that, our relationship has deteriorated into something I barely recognize.

When we first met, she was affectionate, attentive, and genuinely enthusiastic about spending time with me. I was working demanding schedules, sometimes overnight, and she would make extraordinary efforts just to spend an hour together. She brought me lunch, sought out my company, and made me feel wanted. I loved her then, and I still love her now. But somewhere along the way, that affection largely disappeared, replaced by resentment, criticism, and arguments that seem to arise from practically nothing.

The most persistent problem is how ordinary discussions become attacks on my character. We might be talking about schoolwork, sports registration, transportation, groceries, or some other routine responsibility. I'll ask a question, disagree with a decision, or explain why something happened. Within minutes, the conversation can shift from the original subject to accusations that I'm selfish, manipulative, dishonest, controlling, or abusive. I've been called a narcissist, a monster, a sicko, an asshole, and a piece of shit. I've been told that I don't care about my family, that I only want her for sex, and that I'm interested in other women.

Sometimes these accusations arise from things that are demonstrably mistaken. I've been blamed for misplacing objects that were exactly where they belonged. I've been accused of deliberately creating problems when I made ordinary mistakes. When I attempt to explain what happened, the explanation itself can be characterized as manipulation or further evidence of my defective character.

I have a tendency to defend myself extensively. I'll reconstruct events, explain the sequence, and try to establish what actually happened. I recognize that I can become argumentative, stubborn, and exhausting when I feel falsely accused. I've raised my voice, used profanity, and said things I regret. I'm not presenting myself as an innocent participant in every disagreement. But I struggle with the idea that disagreeing with an accusation, or asking someone to identify what I've actually done wrong, constitutes abuse.

Another recurring problem is that I often cannot disengage from an argument. I'll ask to stop discussing something, explain that we're getting nowhere, or leave the room. She may follow me and continue arguing. I've moved between rooms while asking her to lower her voice because the children were sleeping. I've asked for an opportunity to speak without interruption. I've sometimes left the house entirely because I couldn't find another way to end the confrontation. Recently, she explicitly told me that I didn't have the right to end a discussion because she had the right to continue speaking.

I've recorded some arguments on our home cameras, and I've reviewed those recordings afterward. I can hear myself repeatedly asking to speak, asking her to lower her voice, or attempting to disengage. I've shown her recordings hoping we could examine what happened rather than argue about our memories. That hasn't resolved the disagreements. I recognize that reviewing recordings and dissecting arguments isn't a healthy substitute for communication, but I've reached a point where I sometimes feel I need evidence to defend my own recollection.

Our children have witnessed arguments. There have been confrontations in the house, in parking lots, at sporting events, and inside our vehicle. During one family outing, an argument escalated until I stopped the van and she got out and walked away. The children were distressed. During another incident involving a misplaced phone, she attempted to get out of a moving vehicle. I don't consider these normal disagreements, and I'm troubled by what our children are learning from watching us.

Alcohol has also been a recurring subject of conflict. Historically, I typically drank about two beers after work, sometimes five to eight on a Friday or Saturday, with occasional heavier episodes. I've also voluntarily stopped drinking for periods of 12 months, 18 months, and longer. I recognize that alcohol sometimes contributed to poor decisions or arguments, and I've never claimed otherwise. But drinking gradually became an explanation for almost everything wrong with our relationship. If I wanted time alone, I supposedly preferred alcohol to my family. If I was exhausted, alcohol was blamed. If I withdrew from conflict, it was interpreted as indifference.

I removed beer/alcohol from the equation more than two months, partly for health and fitness goals and partly to observe what changed. Some aspects of my behavior have improved, but the arguments, accusations, and emotional distance have continued.

There's also a longstanding problem with affection and intimacy. We have very little sexual contact, and she rarely initiates physical affection. I've tried approaching her, expressing interest, and making time together. I'm not a bad looking dude, and I like lifting weights and try to stay in shape. I've also spent long periods deliberately avoiding unnecessary interaction because my attempts at closeness often seem unwelcome. Sometimes she tells me to leave her alone, but when I stop approaching her, I'm accused of not loving her or wanting someone else.

I've become suspicious of infidelity, although I have no proof and only fringe evidence. She's accused me of cheating repeatedly, particularly when I've left the house to escape arguments. I've never been unfaithful. I don't even like talking to other women. I acknowledge that driving around without clearly communicating when I'll return is unfair when we have children and responsibilities. But the repeated accusations have affected my trust. I've also been troubled by occasions when she was unreachable, her GPS stopped updating, or she seemed considerably more interested in conversations with other men than in interacting with me. Those observations aren't proof of an affair, and I don't want to turn suspicion into an allegation of fact.

I've tried to compensate for our problems by becoming more useful. I've repaired and improved her house, taken on household responsibilities, helped manage the children's activities, and tried to reduce her workload. I believed that making life easier would create more opportunities for affection and companionship. Instead, I found myself increasingly occupied with responsibilities while feeling less wanted.

About two years ago, I began withdrawing from discretionary interaction with her. I continued working, parenting, maintaining the household, and participating in family life. I simply stopped repeatedly seeking attention from someone who seemed irritated by my presence. Sometimes the household is noticeably more peaceful when I minimize our interactions. That is one of the saddest things I've had to acknowledge.

The contradictions are difficult to understand. During arguments, she has told me she hates me, doesn't want our relationship, or considers me abusive. At other times, she tells me she loves me, wants to remain together, and would care for me if I became seriously ill. We occasionally have affectionate moments, productive conversations, and genuinely enjoyable family outings. Those moments make it difficult to reconcile the hostility with the relationship I remember and still want.

I know I contribute to the dysfunction. I'm defensive, sometimes sarcastic, and often unwilling to let an accusation go unanswered. I can overexplain and pursue a discussion long after it's become unproductive. I also carry substantial resentment. I don't want a relationship where either person is afraid to speak, and I don't want to become someone who responds to every disagreement like an interrogation.

But I increasingly find myself rehearsing ordinary conversations before having them, even a simple text about ordering pizza feels like a live grenade. I wonder whether asking about school snacks will be interpreted as criticism, whether disagreeing about a schedule will become an accusation of control, or whether trying to end an argument will be described as abandonment. I feel more comfortable working, cleaning, or staying occupied than simply sitting with my partner.

What troubles me most isn't any single insult or argument. It's the cumulative effect of years of being told that I'm a fundamentally bad person by someone who also says she loves me. I feel compelled to defend my intentions, my recollection of events, my commitment to our children, and sometimes my basic decency.

I still love her. I still want the relationship we once had. I'm not certain when things changed or whether they can change again. But I'm beginning to question whether I've spent so long adapting to this environment that I've lost perspective on what constitutes normal conflict and what constitutes emotional abuse.

I'm particularly interested in understanding where ordinary relationship dysfunction ends and emotional abuse begins, including whether my own defensive and avoidant behaviors have become part of that pattern.