"The first time he actually hit me was on our wedding day. Of course he’d lost his temper before, showed his possessive side before, shouted abuse before, smashed things I cared about before. But that was the first time he actually HIT me...
Can’t remember what I’d done to make him hit me. Must have been my fault though. I just pushed him till he lost his temper. My fault. I was so stupid, hopeless at everything. Never did anything right. No wonder he lost it.
I waited a long, long time, before I finally realised that no matter what I did – it would never be good enough. Before I understood that I was worth more than this, and before I had the courage to leave. I did leave, and my only regret is that I didn’t do it years earlier. Why I thought that staying together was better for my children. Why I thought I couldn’t cope on my own. Today? Well I’m happily married to a wonderful man, who loves me just the way I am. Who trusts me, and supports me with everything I do.
My message to anyone out there suffering violence and abuse is get the help and support you need, you deserve to live free from abuse".