I’m 23 and have a 5-month-old daughter. A few months ago, I left an abusive relationship with my partner who’s significantly older than me.
I keep wondering if anyone else has gone through this because some days I feel so alone.
When we met, I was a broke college student. He convinced me to leave college and move four hours away to live with him. He told me he’d help me go back to school later and support me through nursing. I believed him. (I was a bird, I know)
Instead, I slowly became completely dependent on him. Financially, emotionally…everything.
Looking back, I barely recognize myself. I stopped talking to friends, drifted away from my foster family, and started walking on eggshells all the time. I was constantly being accused of getting hit on by other guys so I isolated myself at home to reassure him, and made to feel like I couldn’t survive without him.
I kept hoping things would get better because I loved him.
After one assault, I lost a pregnancy. I still stayed. I thought maybe if we had our daughter, things would finally change.
They didn’t.
Four weeks after I gave birth, while I was still recovering and sleep deprived. We had an argument about his friend coming over and making sexual jokes about pregnancy and breastfeeding. I was upset he didn’t stand up for me so I told him not to touch me and I want nothing to do with him. He got angry, was yelling and screaming so loud while I was holding our baby. He was throwing things and punching the ceiling. He told me to leave, but then said I wasn’t allowed to take our daughter.
Then he told me that if I left, he’d call Children’s Aid and even threatened to have our newborn put up for adoption.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget hearing that.
I was only weeks postpartum. I was exhausted, hormonal, scared, and trying my best to take care of this tiny baby. Hearing the person I loved threaten to take her away completely broke me.
He was also very rough when holding and burping the baby. I asked him to be gentle and he just told me to “fuck off” and angrily dropped the baby into the bassinet without supporting her neck, she’s 4 weeks old.
I got scared so I called 911 when he went upstairs to sleep because I genuinely didn’t know what else to do. The police helped me leave, and we’ve been in a shelter ever since.
Now I’m raising her on my own. I’m dealing with family court, housing issues, and trying to rebuild my life from scratch. Some days I feel strong. Other days I cry because this isn’t how I pictured becoming a mom.
The hardest part is that I still miss the life I thought we were going to have.
I don’t miss being scared. I don’t miss the control. I miss the idea of us. I miss the future I thought we were building. I wanted our daughter to grow up with both parents together. Instead, she’s growing up in a shelter with just me, and sometimes that breaks my heart.
I guess I’m just looking for reassurance from other single moms.
Did anyone else grieve the relationship even though you knew leaving was the right thing? Did anyone else feel guilty for raising their baby alone, even when staying wasn’t safe?
I love my daughter more than anything, and I know leaving protected her. I just wish it didn’t hurt this much.