My husband beat me up for 20 years. Ending in hitting me with a car.
I was locked in raped and abused. He was a surgeon and his peers protected him. Eventually I ran to a refuge with my 2 children and got divorced on grounds of gross cruelty. The day he was served divorce papers he vanished emptying our bank accounts and taking out a bigger mortgage. I had zero money my daughtets were in distress. The bank took my home and debtors he had owed left hounded me night and day he left me with his 500k debts. I had been looking after my 90 year old mother with Parkinsons. I was ill. Depressed had severe arthritis from the broken bones. I took 4 jobs to save my children. Cleaned toilets. Cleaned houses. Did book keeping and baby sitting. Any thing to protect my children I slept 4 hours a night and was in hindsight living a walking nervous breakdown. His last words to me were I will be back to cut your and the daughters throats one day. I suffered ptsd night terrors and had a recurring dream of him walking in my bedroom with my daughters severed heads in a box. The torture . Humiliation has been awful one time friends crossed the road too embarrassed to talk to me. I was in a hostel with drug addicts and prostitutes for 3 years. After many generations of my family paying tax and at least 10 dying in world war one and 2 for their country. In the hostel every one got housed before me. The council officers would say why would a surgeons wife need help. Because I do I said. I was treated like a leper in my own vountry UK. My great great uncle was a key officer in turning Waterloo in the favour of UK. But in this modern society loyalty patriotism and honour mean nothing.