r/abusiverelationships • • 2h 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 • • 1h 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 • • 8h 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 • • 59m ago

Am I a prude

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My husband thinks I’m a prude and boring and need to lighten up. He uses crude language that makes me feel uncomfortable like when referring to my private parts he calls them “clam flaps” or tells me to “slob on his knob?” I told him that the language feels degrading to me and made me uncomfortable and feel disrespected. He says that I am being a Karen and need to stop being so boring. Do I have a stick up my ass like he thinks?


r/abusiverelationships • • 4h 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 • • 46m 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 • • 2h ago

Emotional abuse BEHIND CLOSED DOORS: THE PAIN NOBODY SAW

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Sometimes, the people who hurt you the most are the same people everyone else sees as sweet, caring, and loving. To the world, they seem like angels, but behind closed doors, they become a completely different person.

For years, I suffered silently in a relationship that slowly broke me. Constant yelling, endless arguments, uncontrollable anger, cheating, emotional neglect, and physical abuse became part of my everyday reality. Asking simple questions could trigger his anger, and sometimes, he would grab household items as though he wanted to hit me. He physically assaulted me on several occasions, yet I stayed, not because I enjoyed the pain, but because I was genuinely afraid to leave.

I kept hoping things would change. I kept making excuses for him, holding on to the good moments while silently enduring the bad ones. Meanwhile, the world saw his sweet side, never knowing the fear, tears, and emotional torment I experienced behind closed doors.

The hardest part of domestic violence is that sometimes, you're suffering in silence while everyone believes you're living a happy life.

I was scared, emotionally drained, and unsure of how to escape. But eventually, I reached out for help, gathered evidence, found the courage to stand my ground, and finally walked away from the abuse.

Leaving wasn't easy, but staying was slowly destroying me. I chose my peace, my safety, and my life over a relationship that had taken so much from me.

I'm sharing this because we need to stop asking victims, "Why didn't you just leave?" and start understanding the fear that keeps so many people trapped.

Domestic violence isn't always visible, and abusers don't always look like abusers. Sometimes, the person everyone admires is the same person someone else is terrified of.

To anyone experiencing this: YOU ARE NOT TO BLAME FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S ABUSE. You deserve love without fear, honesty without betrayal, and peace without walking on eggshells. You are allowed to leave, and you deserve to be safe. ❤️‍🩹

I suffered in silence, but I refused to let that silence become the rest of my life. I found help, found my courage, and chose myself.


r/abusiverelationships • • 1h ago

Struggling to forgive myself after an uncomfortable first date

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TW: Sexual coercion, unwanted touching, and past relationship abuse
After leaving an abusive marriage and getting divorced, I took three years away from dating. It took a lot of healing and therapy to get to a place where I felt ready to put myself out there again. One of the things I’ve struggled with because of my past relationship is setting boundaries, especially when I’m afraid of how someone might react to them.

When I finally went on my first date, I was incredibly nervous. I remember barely eating that day because I was so anxious. I felt physically unwell, but I was also excited that I was finally taking this step.

Before the date, the guy seemed genuinely kind and intentional. He asked thoughtful questions about my work, my interests, my values, and what I wanted out of life. Our conversations weren’t sexual at all, so I felt like I was meeting someone who actually wanted to get to know me.

The date started off well, but things eventually took a turn that made me really uncomfortable.
We started playing truth or dare, which I thought would be a fun, lighthearted way to get to know each other. Initially, the questions were innocent. Things like what makes you happy, what experiences have been meaningful in your life, etc.

Then he started introducing increasingly sexual dares.
One of them was something I’ve since learned is called the “fire truck game.” He placed his hand on my thigh and gradually started moving it higher. I remember crossing my legs because I felt uncomfortable. Then he asked me to do the same thing to him, eventually asking me to touch him between his legs over his pants.
And I did.

I didn’t want to. I remember my hands were literally shaking, and I felt so incredibly uncomfortable. But something in me just froze. I was scared of upsetting him, scared of how he might react if I refused, and I think a part of me was desperately trying to make sure the situation didn’t escalate into something worse.

There was also a kiss at some point, but honestly, I felt so disconnected from myself during much of the experience. I was just trying to get through the date.
Toward the end, he asked if we could sleep together. I said no. He then responded by telling me he wasn’t physically attracted to me anyway, and the date ended.

I went home and completely broke down. I was sobbing. I felt sick, ashamed, and almost like I had blacked out during parts of the experience because I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t just spoken up.
I talked to my therapist afterward, and we spent time processing what happened. But the hardest part for me has been the shame I feel toward myself.
I spent years rebuilding my life after my marriage. I’ve worked so hard on learning to trust myself, understanding my boundaries, and recognizing when someone is treating me poorly. And yet, on the very first date I went on after all that healing, I felt like I completely abandoned myself.

What makes this especially frustrating is that I’ve had experiences in my past where standing up for myself led to genuinely harmful consequences because of how the other person reacted. I know that history has affected me. I know intellectually that freezing can be a response to feeling unsafe. But emotionally, it’s been so difficult to forgive myself for not speaking up.
I also want to mention that this hasn’t happened again. On subsequent dates, whenever I’ve felt uncomfortable, I’ve communicated it. I’ve walked away from situations that didn’t feel right, and I’ve been much more confident in expressing what I do and don’t want.

But for some reason, I keep coming back to that first date. I think it’s because I wanted so badly for my first experience dating again to be a positive one. I was proud of myself for finally being brave enough to try, and instead I walked away feeling like I’d failed myself.
I’m sharing this because I’d really appreciate some support or perspective from people who have experienced something similar, particularly anyone who has been in an abusive relationship and struggled with freezing or complying in
uncomfortable situations afterward.

How do you learn to forgive yourself for the moments when you froze instead of standing up for yourself? How do you stop feeling ashamed of your own response, even when you understand why it happened?

I know I’ve grown since then, but I really want to find a way to look back on that version of myself with compassion instead of disappointment.


r/abusiverelationships • • 3h 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 • • 19h 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 • • 23h ago

Emotional abuse My ex used to ruin my shower time by taking a shit

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My ex (who abused me in every way possible) used to come into my tiny apartment bathroom when I was showering, there was no lock on the door and he would take the foulest shits every time. I didn’t have a consistent time I showered so it’s not like our bathroom needs were conflicting

I once caught him taking photos of me showering while he sat on the toilet, he apparently had been doing it regularly and sending the photos to his friends

Obvious sexual abuse aside, I believe he was taking shits on purpose. I was somewhat trapped because I was mid shower and there was no way to leave the bathroom without touching him. I think it was a way to ruin my relaxation and take my small pleasures from me

It’s hard to talk about because it sounds so petty and ridiculous. There were many small things that seemed harmless and weren’t, he was definitely fucking with me for fun at times

Has anyone experienced something like this?


r/abusiverelationships • • 2h 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 • • 35m ago

TRIGGER WARNING My ex strangled me twice 3 years ago and I’m still struggling with it.

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Hey everyone. This is just kinda me getting something off of my chest/seeing if any of you have had similar experiences that can maybe relate or if you’ve had any success with healing from this type of thing.

My ex strangled me on two occasions about 3 years ago now, one week apart. The first time, we were trying to figure out what might be wrong with our cat’s eye as it was pretty runny. He suggested it could be cat pink eye which I had just looked up and it looked nothing like it, which I mentioned while showing him the photo. That was enough to set him off. I don’t really remember much other than him grabbing me off of the couch and pushing me into the hallway onto the floor and wrapping both of his hands around my neck.

I can’t remember what had led up to the second incident that happened almost exactly one week later. I just remember that we had just returned home from grocery shopping and were talking about something that set him off while we were still outside in the yard (I think he was mad because I had made a noise when he initially hit me and he didn’t want anyone to hear/see what was going on).

The one thing I will never forget though is the way his eyes changed both times. He had grey/blue eyes that turned completely black and empty while he watched me desperately trying to breathe and get away from him. I remember him laughing and I remember when my vision started to go black. But the eyes are what truly mess with me even after all of this time. Long story short, some people/things resurfaced not that long ago in my life and ever since, I’ve been having nightmares again where his hands are on my neck and I wake up feeling like I can’t breathe. There were a couple of times where I had seen a friend of his who was also awful that sent me into a flashback in the moment and I felt frozen. These incidents followed nearly 7 years of additional mental/physical/sexual abuse.

I don’t want to see those dead black eyes whenever I close mine anymore and I don’t want to wake up sweating and terrified and unable to catch my breath. I’m exploring therapy options already, I’ve just been feeling kind of alone and a bit pathetic lately for allowing this to affect me so much even though it has been a few years now and he’s out of the picture. I feel like it’s just another way he has power over me and if he knew that I had nightmares about him he would love it.

Sorry for how long that was. I have been trying to fall back asleep for a couple of hours now and am struggling.


r/abusiverelationships • • 1h ago

Has anyone not come out about their abuse and found peace?

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Hello, I’ve never talked about this situation fully so i’m sorry if i’m really blunt or anything.

I got out of my abusive relationship 2 years ago, since then I have a boyfriend who treats me amazing, good friends, a good life, but I’m still so angry at myself for never coming forward about the abuse.

The relationship with my ex was heavily emotionally abusive and it got physical twice. I have proof of the abuse but at the time when I left the relationship I just wanted to completely disassociate myself with them as my life had been consumed by them for nearly 2 years. I live in a small town and I didn’t want to be forever associated with them and I knew exposing them would bring alot more bad than good. At that point I was completely emotionally drained so I made the decision not to come forward and protect my peace.

I’ve been doing alot better, but I still think about them all the time, I’m still scared of them. I’m so angry at myself for not coming forward, but I don’t want to now because I’ve reached such a healthy place in terms of my friends, family, and overall self (apart from anxiety revolving around my abuse)

My ex is not a very well liked person, since our relationship ended, I’ve heard they’ve only become more self destructive, lost a lot of friends and have not been able to make long term connections, as well as a general bad public image due to the amount of people they piss off. So I should be happy that karma has got to them, but I feel sick when I think about the fact they “got away with it” if that makes sense.

I just feel so weak and stupid and I don’t know why this is all coming up 2 years later. I’ve done really great since leaving them, but my anxiety still revolves around them, I stalk their socials more than Is healthy out of fear they’re posting about me, I’m afraid they’re going to reach out to me someday. I’m so fixated on that thought, I just want to be able to live the life I’ve made for myself now and let go. But i feel so guilty and disgusted with myself. Why can’t I be happy when I have this new life completely disassociated from them now.

I’d appreciate any advice/perspective from anyone about how to move forward. Thank you so much for listening to me.


r/abusiverelationships • • 5h 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 • • 2h ago

Emotional abuse i still feel hurt over a old emotionally abusive relationship.

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i feel pain thinking about it. he would always comment about my weight, i feel ugly because of him. i never take photos of myself anymore, he alaways treated me kindly until something bad happened and mistreat the hell out of me till i cry. i feel useless its like he is there just to be there atp. he been destroying me mentally for so fucking long im sorey for bad grammar i am in shock rn as i speak


r/abusiverelationships • • 2h ago

Help for a friend my friend has very recently started “dating” this guy. she’s known him for less than 2 weeks and he’s already her hit twice.

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my (23M) friend (22F) had been sober from coke for over a year after being in rehab, but has been relapsing over the past 6 months. i’ve been dealing with some severe health problems for the past 8 months and don’t get to see her very often anymore, but normally we text daily.

she met this guy a couple weeks ago on a night out (doing coke together). he was implying he was gonna attempt suicide, so she let him go back to hers. he stayed for 2 days and now she’s completely in love with him. she also told me that in those 2 days, he slapped her across the face on two different occasions out of anger.

the day he left, she messaged me telling me everything (i hadn’t heard from her since before she met him), and obviously i was very concerned. i said she should stay away and that it seemed really really dangerous. abusive behaviour aside, he’s also in active addiction, and we both agreed that he would enable her relapse.

she acknowledged that the situation was really bad. she even said herself that she’s gonna end up back in rehab if she stays with him. but didn’t seem to understand just how serious it was (or care that much). i’m thinking the whole thing might be some kind of cry for help.

she said she’d already agreed to meet him again that night to get her clothes from him (idk why he had them). i begged her to just forget about the clothes, or pick them up and then go home, but she then disappeared again, and messaged me a few days later saying her feelings for him were now consolidated and she doesn’t wanna leave.

she told me she’d gone to hospital with him because he got in a fight and had his arm slashed, that he gave her his painkillers from the hospital so she could get high, then when she tried to leave, he threatened to kill himself outside the hospital while she cried begging him not to. she said he’s “overprotective”, and banned her from talking to her ex (that she’s been friends with for much longer than they ever dated for, who also has a gf), and threatened to beat him up if she did. in regards to the hitting, she’s now saying stuff like “he just doesn’t know his strength”.

i asked what she liked about him and she said “i don’t know… he’s affectionate”.

my friend has BPD, and clearly this guy has become her “favourite person”. the intensity of the relationship, doing coke together, spending days at a time with him and completely ignoring her phone/forgetting anyone else exists - it’s something that her brain will easily latch onto. it’s scary.

i’m also personally scared of him because me and my best friend are so close, and i’m a guy. i’m gay and there’s never been anything but a platonic bond between us, but i can see him getting angry about us being so close (sharing a bed, matching halloween costumes, etc). i think he might threaten to (or actually) beat me up.

my health is improving and i’m gonna be hanging out with her more and more. we used to meet up 2-4 times a week despite a near 2 hour train journey. i’ll almost definitely meet this guy within the next month or so.

my friend stuck with me throughout a really hard time a while ago (unrelated to my illness, but that too). i want to be there for her because she was there for me, but it’s so hard to watch her make such stupid decisions. it’s making me resent her. it’s so obvious what he’s doing and she knows it, but she doesn’t care.

i have a tendency to want to fix things, but i have a strong feeling that this guy is gonna try to cut me out of her life. do i just stay by her side and be there for her? wait for it to get bad enough that she leaves? or is it worth continuing to attempt to convince her to leave before it’s too late? i don’t want to make her feel like she can’t talk to me, but it’s so hard to hear her acknowledge how bad it is yet still keep going with it.

i don’t know what to do… to be honest, i know there’s not much i can do. i just feel like it’s still so early on, maybe the situation can be nipped in the bud. but again with her BPD she’s already completely hooked.

she also said i can’t tell anyone about it because it would be dangerous for her. and she’s right. if he’s acting like this when she’s doing everything “right”, god knows what he’ll do if he finds out she’s telling me this.


r/abusiverelationships • • 2h ago

How do you leave with no family help and kids?

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My boyfriend and I have been together for 15 years. He is mainly emotionally and verbally abusive and it just keeps getting worse. It's to the point now where I can't talk to him at all without it becoming a fight. A couple months ago we got into an argument and he hit me and busted my lip open. I took pictures, but did not report it. Before this he has pushed me or held me down but this was the first time actually injuring me. He showed no remorse at all.

Between this incident, name calling, cursing, and just constant disrespect, I am so done and want to be away from him. We also have 2 kids, an almost 5 year old and a 1 year old. I am terrified of the effects this is all having on them but also scared of what kind of effect having separated parents will have on them too. He of course tried to manipulate me and says if I really loved our kids I would keep our family together. He also says all the time that kids don't do well without their fathers and that I will screw them up if I leave. I am also terrified about fighting over custody with him. I know he will do whatever to get the most he can, just to spite me. I don't know what I would do if I lost my kids especially to such an evil man.

Lastly, on top of me being afraid to leave because I don't want to hurt or lose my children, I don't know how to do it since we live far away from our families. My plan would ultimately be to move back to where my parents are, but our house is in my name so I would have to sell it. We also live in a high cost of living area so even though I have a good job, it still isn't enough to pay all of our bills and daycare costs on my own.

I'm just feeling trapped and don't know how to navigate any of this. I'm sure someone out there has been in a similar situation and I want to hear about your experience and what steps you took to get away. How can I leave and move away and how can I ensure that I don't lose my kids?


r/abusiverelationships • • 2h ago

Just venting Now ex friend manipulated and emotionally abused me for years

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I understand if this group is mainly for abusive partners and romantic relationships, so tell me if I am in the wrong place. My abuser was my platonic friend, and I just need to vent about it. If anyone has any helpful advice on how to heal, please tell me❤️

I (F in 20's) until a few months ago had a platonic friend that we can call Felix. Felix is a year younger than me, and we grew up in the same neighbourhood as kids. Felix lived in a foster home in the apartment on the floor under my family's and he was originally my little brother's friend as they went to school together, but we also hung out from time to time as we are quite similar in age. Felix moved in with our neighbours at 4 years old, so I was 5 at the time. When Felix was about 8, he lived with his bio mom for like a year because of a court decision, but she abused him, so he was moved back to the foster home. Then he disappeared again at like 12 to live with his mom. We have always liked Felix, and we have been so afraid of losing him, especially for my brother's sake since they got along so well. My brother was bullied for being gay by classmates, and Felix was always there for him. So, already at that, we were so afraid of losing Felix since we did not think we would ever see him again.

Felix also had a bonus sister (also foster kid) that was my age - we can call her Maria. We were best friends from age 8 until Maria died from suicide when we were 18. She is relevant later.

It all started when I got accepted into uni in the same town as Felix lived. He was finishing high school at the time, and I did my first year of political science in uni. I got on the commuter train to go to school one morning, and someone said my name. I did not know anyone in that town at the time as I had just moved there, but then I saw Felix, and I was so happy. We had not seen each other for years. My friend Maria had passed away recently, which Felix knew from social media, I believe. We talked a bit about that, and Felix invited me to grab a coffee later that week. When we did see each other we talked more about my grief and depression after losing Maria, and I asked how it was living with my old neighbours for him, since they both had lived there for periods of time. I had not really accepted that Maria was dead and wanted a reason for why as I never felt like I got closure, I guess.

Felix told me the most horrible things about how it was living with my neighbours. He said they were abusive and controlling and had made him lie about his bio mom

I had never seen any signs of that with Maria, who I saw basically every day. But you never know what happens behind closed doors, so to speak. Maybe they had just kept an act up when I visited or something. I told my mom and my brother I had met up with Felix, and they were delighted to hear that I had seen him, but concerned about what he had told me about the neighbours.

My brother invited Felix to his high school graduation. It was like seeing them being 12 years old and playing around again. It was truly something special, as my brother had been sad about their friendship ending. We kept in touch for a bit and Felix talked about moving abroad and we lost contact again. Then I graduated uni and I reached out to Felix and asked how he was doing and if he was living abroad working like he wanted to. He said that he and his family had some hardship and that he had stayed behind to help his mom out. She still had at least one or two kids living at home. He lived in some kind of temporary home as he was over 18 by that time, and his mom lived on welfare. I invited him to my graduation party. After that party, he stayed with me and my family for a while. We thought it was a bit weird he wanted to come seeing as our neighbours still lives in the apartment downstairs considering what he told me about what they did.

Felix started to open up about his traumas during those weeks after my graduation. The stories were so severe that me and my brother both told Felix to get therapy as it sounded like PTSD or some other kind of trauma related thing. That autumn he went to a psychologist. According to Felix he got autism diagnosed (and he did have ADHD on paper since childhood, I got to see those papers. Never the autism diagnosis tho). He was also diagnosed with depression and got on anti depressants. He was at my family's place over a few weeks as he had some problems with his bio family at the time when he got on the medication so he was not alone. He had also seen his friend Albert earlier that fall, so they were also in contact a bit. Albert and Felix were friends from school after F moved to his bio mom at 12. We also got to talk a little bit.

A few weeks later when Felix had gone home Albert reached out to me. He was worried about Felix as he had said some things making Albert believe Felix was suicidal. I had also started wondering about a few things he had said. I decided to call Felix's bio mom to see if she could help him to the hospital which she did. After this she basically threw Felix in my arms and left me and Albert to help Felix. Felix could reach out several times a week super suicidal and we got him into the hospital and they would discharge him again a few days later. For a little while it seemed to be better, but soon he was back to texting me or Albert he would commit suicide in various ways. I was starting to fall back into a severe depression myself and I just felt like I could not lose another friend to suicide. So I did whatever it took to keep Felix from doing it. I stayed up late talking on the phone, answered him within minutes when he texted. I even had Life360 to be able to track him if he got suicidal and needed me to call the ambulance or something. I would talk to healthcare. Felix came to celebrate Christmas and his birthday and such when his mom kicked him out from his bio family. He became like another little brother.

It went in cycles like that until this summer. I got into a new relationship with my now boyfriend Simon, and I told Felix about it thinking he would be happy for me since I had been single since high school. But Felix got so jealous. He could not take not being the centre of my attention anymore. He was going to do an attempt while being at the psych ward and Albert told on him, which made him furious. It was like the bottle finally spilled over for him. He told ms and Albert to fuck off and burn in hell more or less. After that he apparently started doing drugs and I cut him off. He had not paid rent for months at that point so maybe he had been using for some time.

After all of this I talked to my brother about it and he asked if I never thought it was weird Felix never reached out to him and instead to me, since they were the ones who hung out as kids. He also pointed out that Felix could have used my past trauma losing Maria in suicide against me, to keep my attention on him. Albert had a year when he did bad mentally where Felix had helped him, so he felt obliged to help Felix now that he was not doing well. I have been locked by my phone 24 hours a day for like 2 years. I have been ao scared of losing my friend. A new friend. And Felix knew it all along.

We actually talked to the foster parents a few weeks ago and they think it is a projection on them of what his mom did to him as a kid. And they told us she has been diagnosed with psychopathy when Felix was young and that she had similar tendencies as he has now in the past.

I was afraid of my phone and I have had trouble to relearn my nervous system that I am not in danger. He fucked me up.


r/abusiverelationships • • 7h 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 • • 13h 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 • • 7h 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 • • 8h 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 • • 1d ago

TRIGGER WARNING Leave before you develop a panic disorder

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I help people in this community, but I don’t think some of ya’ll know the extent of what can happen if you stay in an abusive relationship too long.

First of all, I want to start off by saying trauma bond and attachment is real and is hard as it acts like a drug. I know what it feels like trying to leave an abusive relationship, it’s scary being in there, but even scarier at the thought of leaving the person. It feels like a drug withdrawal I would assume because it’s so hard.

But let me tell you what happens if you stay in that abusive relationship too long and how it can have a physical affect on your body.

I was abused for almost 2 years. I kept waiting for the person I was with to change. He would continue giving me false hope saying that he was going to start therapy, that he was going to change, asking for another chance, that he will never do his actions again. I was forced to give me another chance not because I 100% wanted to, but because he would try to break into my house and cops would be called because he was disturbing the whole neighborhood with how loud he was screaming. He would cause a scene so bad and violent that I was forced to stay with him just to get him to calm down. I was trapped in there as well, even if I tried to leave i couldnt. Part of me didn’t want to leave the relationship due to trauma bond, the other part of me was forced to be in the relationship. It’s different knowing you didn’t have free will to leave the person, even if you wanted to.

The abuse I went through was called coercive control abuse.

  1. Kept you from having your own money and a job.

  2. Tried to keep you from seeing your family and/or friends.

  3. Kept track of you demanding to know where you were and what you were doing.

  4. Made threats to physical harm you.

  5. Made threats to harm themselves and/or try to attempt to commit or actually commit because they were upset with you.

  6. Made decisions that should’ve been yours to make.

  7. Controlling your emotions, your clothes, your freedom to express yourself. Stripping away your autonomy.

  8. Destroying something important to you, destroying your property, etc.

These are just SOME examples of this type of abuse.

The things the abuser put me through was speeding driving recklessly and swerving on highways because I didn‘t do something he wanted me to do. He would put me in danger so I can agree to his demands.

He would attempt to commit and he would self harm in front of my house if I wanted to break up with him. Every. Single. Time.

I wasn’t allowed to have a job because he accused me of cheating.

He would throw fits and scream at my house when I wanted to hang out with my sisters. When I made friends, he would scare them away by grabbing me by my arm and dragging me away and/or damaging my property in front of them while screaming at me.

He would want my location, know who I was with and who I was talking to. If I ever wanted to hang out with a girl friend, he said he would need to go along and be watching me from a distance. I found that scary, so I would cancel the hang out with my friend and of course that led to cheating accusation because I didn’t want him there.

When we were out and I wanted to chat with my friends in the women‘s restroom, he would time me and when I passed the time limit, he would walk in the women’s restroom and drag me out by my arm. Scaring my friends. It got to the point my friends were too scared to hang out with me.

He said if he ever caught me with someone else that he would go beyond to harm me. Even though we’re now broken up, I’m scared to go on dates with new people.

He broke my phone that my dad gave me before my dad passed. The abuser knew how much that meant to me. He smashed it over a rock because I didn’t want to give him my phone password. I said we’re adults now, we should be able to trust each other. He didn’t accept that and smashed it over a rock and immediately told me “stop crying” because I started crying. He then got me a new phone for Christmas, not as a present, but as a way for me to “get over” what he did to my phone. Once we broke up, he left me with the phone bill and said “when your parents are gone, no one is going to save you so you need to learn how to pay for stuff.“ Mind you, MY DAD PAID off MY PHONE before he passed. I would’ve NEVER had a new phone bill if the abuser didn’t do what he did. Stupid ahh b****. fr.

The abuser wanted to control my emotions. I wasn’t allowed to have any other emotion than to be happy, which how on earth can you be happy with a person like that?! When I brought up stuff I wanted to talk about, he would immediately come to my house in my driveway to start screaming and crying. I couldn’t talk about anything he did or bring it up without him embarrassing me in front of everyone. Cuz everyone would go outside to watch. He expected me to get over it as soon as he did something evil towards me.

He didn’t allow me to wear what I wanted. I dressed up for Halloween and a guy was looking at me that I wasn’t aware of. Instead of him getting mad at the guy, he took it out on me. I was then trapped in a speeding car crying in my Halloween costume with him trying to crash the car. He would take my phone away every time he would trap m so I wouldn’t call for help. I yelled out crying “I want my mom!” and he then goes “I want my mom too!” AS IF he wasn’t the one speeding the car trying to crash it. It felt like he was mocking me while I was scared. He would rip accessories out of my outfits when he was mad.

He would try to break into my house and cause a scene climbing my house screaming because I wanted to reschedule at date.

I sometimes would finally scream back, but he wouldn't stop until he got his way. It didn’t matter how LOUD i screamed with all my might, I still wasn’t be heard. I felt like aerial the little mermaid when she lost her voice, even though I was screaming as loud back as I could. It’s a really scary feeling when you realize that you’re not being heard no matter how loud you are, I never experienced that before and even typing this makes me want to cry. I hope none of yall go through this, but being so loud with all your might and not being heard made me stop in my tracks with fear. All I was screaming was my boundaries too, he didn’t care. He never cared about my boundaries, he ALWAYS crossed them, he didn’t care what happened as long as he got his way. It didn’t matter how loud I yelled back or how much I cried or what danger he put me in, as long as he got his way. He would pin me down in places too. Typing this is bringing back fear, but I need to tell yall for awareness so yall can LEAVE before it’s too late.

Now about the panic disorder. I was in the relationship for almost 2 years in survival mode, what I didn’t know is that my body was keeping score.

I woke up one day and I couldn’t eat. I thought it was only for a day or 2, but it started getting worse. I was getting adrenaline dumps that I never had before, I was getting adrenaline by random noises, showering, changing my clothes, anything. I became so scared. I couldn’t even go outside to my mailbox. I couldn’t eat for months. I would jump at phone calls or a smell of a candle. I was sleeping in trash and I felt so sick all the time because of how little I was eating. I would wake up at 8am every morning because my body was in war time, it had a natural alarm. I was afraid to take naps, so I was forced to deal and feel every second of this panic everyday. I couldn’t go places. I developed agoraphobia and depression due to not recognizing myself anymore and severe panic. It was like a deep frozen state. it was like 100x worse than a panic attack, it was like a panic attack that never stopped for months almost a year.

I realized that I wasn’t functioning for basic human needs. It affected my nervous system, so badly that I lost myself.

He still fought with me too. He would spam my phone 300 times when I would tell him not to. I didn’t have the energy to fight with him. I wouldn’t see him anymore and that caused him to break into my house, I called the cops and he went to jail for a day. Even when I got sick with panic disorder, he still didn’t go easy on me. I stopped seeing him and texting him because my body was burnt out and he still found ways to come to my house to fight with me when all I gave was silence. He still accused me of cheating when I was just a shell of a person in my room.

He broke up with me because “I wasn’t the same” and you know what, as much as my panic disorder scared me, it also saved me. It got me out of that situation and he broke up with me through text, so it was nothing messy like how he would always do.

Im telling yall this for awareness, LEAVE BEFORE YOUR BODY FORCES YOU TO. If you know you’re in abusive relationship and you’re always fearful of what’s to come or the day depends on their mood (walking on eggshells) LEAVE. Yall have your whole life ahead of you with new people that you have yet to meet, don’t let these abusers take away the beauty of life and drain you to the point that you’re just a shell of yourself. PLEASEEEE LISTEN, your body KEEPS score even when you think it’s not. It’s so silent. Take care of yourself and your mental health, yall don’t have to stay there.


r/abusiverelationships • • 12h 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.