I was a young girl who thought she had found ‘the one’ but it all took a dramatic turn. I had been with him for about 8 months when it all started, I had found out I was pregnant and he decided that he would turn to the drink even more. First it was a slap here and there and then it got worse. I wasn’t aloud to go out, without him coming with me, nor was I allowed to eat healthfully during my pregnancy. Then I left half way through my pregnancy but as a young pregnant girl I thought when he said he had changed, he meant it. NO he carried on the verbal and emotional abuse. I then went on to have our son, he seemed to stop the drink and was being a doting dad until the sleepless nights kicked in and that was it slaps if he got woke up . We then moved into our own home after living with his mother, everything seemed fine.
One night he decided that he wanted to make love, I said no as I was tired, but no he carried on pushing and pushing I kept saying stop but he didn’t listen so in the end I just laid back and gave in. This happened a few times but I just carried on. Christmas day came and it was lovely until I wanted to call my parents, no I wasn’t allowed, so I just sat there, all of a sudden the coffee table went flying , so I put my son in his cot , so he was safe. Then he decided he would get a kitchen knife and said “if my mum comes he would kill her “at that point I grabbed my son and fled the house. This was when I moved home.
But then after about a month I went back, stupidly I know. After about a month of living with his mum again he drank a whole bottle of vodka well that was it. I grabbed the phone rang my mum and she said she would come and get me. Quickly I grabbed a bag of things I would really need, and waited. While I was waiting he grabbed me by the throat while I had my son in my arms and pinned me up against the wall, shouting, swearing, and all sorts. My mum finally turned up, I ran out with my son put him in the car with my bag and a few bits, and then I went back into the house only to be confronted by him throwing punches. I ran out and he went straight for the car kicked it and threatened my mum. That was it we managed to get in the car and we left.
I haven’t seen him since, only in court where his mother stuck up for him and he got off with everything.
One thing I didn’t realise at the time was that what he had actually done to me was RAPE. I regret not telling anyone till now (8yrs on) but I have let it out now and it has helped.