I’ve been married 3 times. 1st H was a drunk. 2nd H had problems which I can’t go into on here. The 3rd one I hoped would be different but it really wasn’t.
I left him after 18 years. During our time together he managed to smash or get rid of all the furniture and belongings I had when we moved in together. I paid the deposit and solicitors fees on the house and put £3,000 into his bank account, which we made joint. He just could not stop spending! Every time we argued he’d throw himself on the floor and grabbing his chest would cry he had pains in his chest. After a while I started to be really horrible and tell him I didn’t care if he was having a heart attack....he stopped doing the throwing about thing after that. He frequently tried to strangle me but that stopped when I fought back and broke his nose!
I should have left him but by then all my family had fallen out with me because of him. My mum told me he wasn’t the right one for me. How I wish I’d listened to her!
He did get a better job and managed to work himself up the ladder and eventually years later and a with beautiful boy, we ended up being quite well off. We still has massive rows but I stopped rising to the bait. He started his own business and persuaded me to open a shop which I didn’t want and hated every minute I was in it!
In his business he started working for just one company who had several contracts, then, I heard a rumour they were struggling, not paying their bills and would be going into liquidation. He said it was all lies and, in the end, admitted they weren’t paying him the full amount every month. Needless to say we went bust, I had to close the shop and declare myself bankrupt. This company owed us £250,000! We lost our home, car and had no money.
He would never listen to me, wouldn’t take any advice! I ended up at the doctors with thought of killing myself, luckily, the receptionist took one look at me and rushed me in to the first doctor available. She really helped me and so I found a small house to rent, my eldest son came with me but our son stayed with his dad along with my stepson whom I brought up. They were literally thrown out by the bailiff!
5 years later we started seeing each other again, he confided that he had prostrate cancer and with all the usual promises, things would be different, better etc. etc.
How I wish I hadn’t fallen for the clap-trap, I now don’t think he had cancer at all because within 2 months he stopped ‘going’ to hospital, saying he was cured. He would never let me go with him to hospital and I never saw him take any medication.
He was taken ill 4 years later and has ended up being disabled and now I feel really trapped. If I want to go out he says ‘I’ll take you’, I’m not allowed the remote, he’s still abusive to me & I live in a house I hate. H & stepson put the mortgage in stepson’s name and if anything happens to H, stepson says the money is all his when the house is sold. That means I won’t get a penny. He pays the mortgage in loo of paying board.
4 years ago he joined the Labour Party, got to be councillor, county councillor & mayor which again shocked me because I had no idea he was so ‘into’ Labour always telling me he was conservative. Whilst some might say so what? but when I think back, he was being what he thought I wanted- to ‘get’ me. His ex told me if I hadn’t had my own house he’d never have left her.
I’m in my 70’s now, finding it hard to cope. The house is a nightmare 3 story, kitchen on the ground floor, living room on the 1st, H is always shouting of me to do this or get that but if he wants anything and I’m not there he gets up and gets it himself. I have to take all his meals upstairs! We don’t ‘live’ together, i am just his lackey & carer.
So the moral of my story is....stay on your own, make new friends, go to yoga, knitting or sewing clubs. Remember, a leopard never changes his spots!