This post deals with domestic violence and might be triggering for some readers.
When I was married, and my husband went on a rant, I would put my hands over my ears and close my eyes.
I didn’t want to remember his angry face, and I certainly didn’t want to hear his horrible words to me. I didn’t want them in my head.
You have no respect for how hard I work. I’m not getting up on the weekend for the baby.
You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen anyone ask her mum to come over to help with a baby so much because she’s tired. She’s always here!
I don’t know when you turned into such a b**ch.
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We’d been married for a decade but things had changed a lot after our baby was born. He was desperate for attention but also angry I had changed. I was a mum now.
During one of his diatribes, I would be frozen to the spot, and feel a terror wash over me – not that he would hurt me physically - but about what’d say next. Words of abuse stay with you. You don’t forget them. And I didn’t want to hear any more of it.