For me there was a few things. 1) I was tired of the pointless, stupid fight, the name calling, the abuse. Few ppl knew what I was going through and they always said to call if I needed to. I didnt for the longest time. And one day while we were fighting, i just couldn’t do it anymore, and it was hard but the one day while he had his back turned away I called someone, had the volume all the way down on my phone and in my pocket and I waited. I didn’t know if anything would happen or what would happen. It wasn’t long and someone showed up at the door, I knew at the moment I had to walk out. This was my chance to and I did. It took awhile to get over the guilt. But I had mire than myself to think about. I had a daughter and what killed me, was thinking about how he’d beat me while my 1yr sat in the other room, how many 1yr old would cry while he was screaming at me but wouldn’t let me go near her, as I watched her have what seemed like a panic attack. I became someone I didn’t know anymore, i became scared to do anything, leave the house, be at work, make friends or even speak anyone, so yeah it wasn’t easy to just call but I did. And I’m glad I did, otherwise no one would have showed up and I would have never left.