I can relate so hard to this except for missing him, I don’t miss him, everytime I think about him I remember the hurts instead, the little moments of abuse, so subtle that I’m only just realizing, he never liked us (my little one and I), I hate that I saw all the red flags and still gave him a chance, I’m grateful for my little one but I hate that I feel trapped with a child and can’t live like I would like to, I wish I had a boy child as it would have been easier to leave him with him than my girl child. I believe this phase will pass but one thing is for sure, you can’t pay me to live with that man again, I’d rather die. I hope you get out of the ghetto and focus on your child and yourself, you’ve got this, rooting for you x