[ETA: This was the first post in blog #2.]
This is how far I traveled from the city I lived with my husband to my parents’ home. I am literally shaking, mostly in my hands. I took my clothes and books and a few other things. I took my dog.
He never hit me. He never got physical with me.
As soon as the veil of denial was no longer protecting me I was overwhelmed by fear of him. It almost paralyzed me. If it weren’t for some truly amazing people, I don’t think I would have gotten out of there. I got out of town before he got back from an out of town trip.
During that last week, I’m pretty sure he had discovered my old blog. I don’t know when, but obviously I wasn’t careful enough. Before I took him to the airport for his trip, he went out to my car and took my debit card. I was able to get a replacement debit card within two days, which he reported as missing, and it was canceled. He emptied our savings account. I was able to get some of our checking account money out, but he finished that off, too, and now I have bad checks floating out there (something I’ve never had before in my life). I’m sure he’s telling everyone back there that I just went crazy and left, but I don’t really care. (Well, most of me doesn’t care.)
I have an attorney, I’ve filed for divorce. Everything went really quickly there at the end, but, like I said, once that denial was gone, I was terrified and I knew I had to get out. I’ll give more details in the coming days and weeks. I’m actually really glad that he started doing this overt stuff, though. Before, all I had was the walking on eggshells and a feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Thank you to everyone for believing me. I really needed that.
I’ll post again as soon as I can.
And the dog is fine.