Thank you. Can I ask what your breaking point was and when you realized it wasn't going to improve?
Sure, 2 things come to mind. After turning myself inside out for years to try everything i could think of to get through to him how much he was hurting me. And him doing all sorts of contortions to lay the blame on me I decided enough was enough.
I think the shock of me not playing his game anymore shifted the power balance enough for him to agree to drink less.
We had a pretty nice year after that. Not perfect but quite enjoyable. I must stress he's not physically violent, and when not drunk can be quite sweet.
My confidence started to pick up, I felt a bit more like me again. Which was great.
So when he started drinking heavily again I angry and stood up for mysrlf more.
I think that he felt threatened by that and tried to take back control. The abuse in the year following was the worst it's ever been.
It got so there was really nothing at all good left in the relationship. He did all he could to ruin anything I enjoyed, all the while blaming me for it.
Having had a happier year before, I thought there's no way I'm going through years of shutting myself down in every way for his stupid 'benefit' I really did feel like he was killing my spirit.
I posted about it here
I Need To Leave My Partner.
And the book suggested by
@Ms Spock
The Verbally Abusive Relationship, How to recognize it and how to respond by Patricia Evan really did help me see what he was doing and that he'd never stop.
I read it over and over to keep reminding myself he was the bad one not me. And I started finding out info online too - just the year before emotional abuse was made illegal in the UK. And I found out I would be eligible to go into a refuge if I wanted.
I'd always thought you could only go in a refuge if you were being physically hurt.
Anyhow my Dad became ill and I went to look after him. He was diagnosed with termibal Cancer and died soon after.
The day after his funeral he shouted at me for hours and hours. Taking myself off to my bedroom for not help, he followed me and shouted for hours more.
I've never seen him so aggressive and full of rage. Really frightened me.
It will take a while for me to get organised and get out as am getting over the worst period of depression I can remember. And have Dad's estate to sort out too
Looking forward to the future now tho :p