1010.9 miles

This is how far I travelled 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 wasnt’ 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 cancelled.  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.


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