The final straw

The final straw
After a year and a half of constant verbal , physical and emotion abuse, I couldn’t take anymore and blanked out, only my children knew what he was like and comfort me but I still just wanted to die, they did not need to see their mother so distort. He was a meth addict and a narc which i didnt know until therapy, it even existed. After crying in a corner from our recent fight, I didn’t speak to him for 2 days. He hit the roof, he threatened to kill me and my 4 children (one of which is his) I remained silent. He threatened to leave and rung his mum screaming murder that I was nothing. He took my car and our baby, I didn’t want another altercation so I went to a family member that night. My mum found out and got women’s refuge (NZ) and the police involved. A month later I got my baby back, a PO was placed as his abuse went to social media, he had crashed my car posting it on FB saying opps i did it… but I still went no contact. It’s been 16 months, courts been done, therapy helped and made me understand it was never me, I have full parent rights, starting to volunteer again, children are all at school doing well. Im thankful and grateful for everyones patiences and support. I’m not the same as I once was but I definitely would not go back and i see through all the bs now. Im happy and I’m never looking back.