I can only speak for myself and my experience of leaving my abusive ex-husband. Your results may differ, but I hope my experience gives you a heads up and, in knowing it won’t be easy at any point, the courage to continue your course.
My ex didn’t stalk, didn’t beg me to come home, didn’t turn on the charm to trick me into returning. He felt I betrayed him. He used my decision to report him to the law and the military as an inexcusable sin. I exposed him (falsely he says). I think that he feels he left me.
The Night I Left My Abuser
Feelings and thoughts: Fear, confusion, betrayal, pain, sadness, anger. Resolve, motivation.
I left my home on January 22 because the police couldn’t take him out of the house. There was no visible “proof” because the bruises hadn’t shown yet.
I drove to my friend’s house, dazed and confused, wondering if I should report the offense or let it go one more time. When I checked my voice mails, I heard Will say, “Thank you, Kellie. This is exactly what I wanted.” When I checked my email, I saw that he had tried to lock me out of our bank accounts by changing every possible security: username, password, security questions.
He didn’t know I had my own username. I transferred $9600 out of savings to my own account. It was in that instant I knew I couldn’t go home.
The Morning After Leaving
Feelings and thoughts: Despair, humiliation, loss, trauma, betrayal, exclusion. Concern, courage, decision.
At 9 AM, I was at the court house filling out a statement at SafeLink Domestic Violence Division. I went before the judge and she granted an ex parte order. I cried when she handed me the document. At that moment, I knew I wouldn’t go home.
I spent the next hours in communication with the sheriff’s department. “Have you gone to the house yet? When will you be there?” The response was, “If you tell us when he’s at the house, then we can pick him up.” WHAT?! Picking Will up was my responsibility, too?
I decided at 2:30 I would get my son from school. I didn’t want him to arrive at home on the bus and see cop cars in the driveway.
I arrived to see both boys leaving the school with their father. Will saw me, stared at me, smiled. I was too late. I called his cell phone and asked if I could have the kids. He said, “Let me ask them…Nope, they want to stay together and Marc (oldest) doesn’t want to go with you.” I hadn’t heard him ask them anything.
I texted my youngest, asked where they were going. He replied “Walmart”. I almost followed them, could call the cops from the parking lot. Then I decided against it – that idea was crazy and traumatic for the boys.
I drove to the house an hour later, waiting. I’d called the police to say he’d be home soon. When he drove up, the police were there. I didn’t speak to my children or my husband. Later, I entered the house with our boys and stayed there for the next 4+ months.
Primary Emotions I Focused On After Leaving
When I left my abuser, the absence of his nonsense allowed me to focus on and feel the positive emotions more than the negative. It was a refreshing experience for me.
Resolve, motivation, concern and courage became my lifeblood. I felt “right” in part because Will’s voice was no longer present to tell me how “wrong” I was. Without Will, I could clearly hear the little voices in my heart. They told me to press on, keep going, it will be okay.
I felt free.