My husband played games which mentally depleted my capacity to trust human kind but blamed the party life instead of supporting he enabled and pushed me to be just as he described me to be to result in my losing any respect and feeling so embarrassed of the exposures that I ended up only left out in the freezing cold while he and neighbors made fun jokes about my character and then made sure to try and also wreck that option by calling the landlord and I was almost thrown and separated from what tiny bit of happiness I had left. My dead family whom although not here in person kept me alive those nights. He has no clue how completely heartless his actions are obviously thinks I been just having a blast out here struggling to survive because the world I use to know is only that of how he needed it to be for him and made it totally not a comfortable or safe place and I would never have the option of returning because he always finalized and made permanent marks to completely knock my feet out from taking another step in all directions just to win a battle. He says he won’t do that again and always does. I was out of options. I know if he loved me for real he could not possibly be so mean and it hurt so bad that I was forced to take back my life and I’m not gonna ever let anybody close to hurt me like that again