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“When I first met him he was the most romantic, loving, attentive person that anyone could ever meet. Then three months down the line I started to notice the change in him, he would suddenly become very jealous. Once at our local, while I was talking to some of our friends, he went ballistic, accusing me of being with them and started shouting slag and slut at me, in front of everybody. He would then march me home still calling me ugly bitch, tramp and tart. When we got back home he would suddenly change and say ‘sorry won't happen again' But it always did.

If he phoned me at a certain time I had to be there or he would go mad, start to question me and accuse me of being unfaithful.

Then he started to tell me what clothes to wear and only to put make up on for him and nobody else. Once when I wore a short dress to go out with my friends he went into a rage shouting ‘you are only wearing that dress so you can talk to all the fella's you sad ugly slag, what have I told you, I don't want you out of my sight, you can't go out with your friends anymore or I'll kill you'. He then made me sit in the corner of the bedroom for hours while he sat glaring at me with an evil stare. If I tried to move he would scream and shout ‘stay there bitch'.

Then finally he let me back into bed, I waited until he fell asleep and crept out of the room half naked grabbed my coat and ran down the street with no shoes on, flagged a taxi and went back to my mums. He came the next day to see me and said ‘I'm sorry love it won't happen again'.

This had been going on now for about six months and I finally got up the strength and courage to end the relationship. But he went totally nuts shouting ‘you love your mates more than me, remember no-one else can have you or I'll kill you, I have done nothing to you but given you everything' Funny how quickly they forget.

In the end I lost my confidence and self respect, I would walk around dressed scruffy even though I was clean, I had no interest in everyday life. He burnt all my clothes and destroyed my self being. Fearing for my life I came to the women's refuge, where I have gained my confidence and got back my self respect. I now dress smart and look after myself. The refuge gave me back my life and something to live for. Now I look forward to staring life once more in a home where I can feel safe, if the refuge hadn't been there I would probably be dead now, I owe them my thanks and gratitude”.

I was watching the Tricia show when she said that the girl was suffering mental abuse, I then realised so was I, I then did something – I rang women's refuge line on 0845 702 3468 and it was all arranged so I could leave my husband and take my daughter with me.