
This post deals with coercive control, and could be triggering for some readers.
Necessity is the mother of invention. Or in my case, reinvention.
It was not somewhere I expected to be: 35, without a home and income and with a four-year-old son to support.
I’d had what looked from the outside to be a perfect life. Then suddenly my world was turned upside down.
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One day, while my son and I were away, my partner, having decided he wanted a new life, locked away all our belongings, vacated the family home, changed the locks, and rented it out without telling me.
Our family home had always been in his name only, despite my protests - to save on stamp duty, he always said.
He also secretly emptied our joint bank account into a new one set up in his name only and refinanced everything he could so that I no longer had access to most of our assets.
Unfortunately, like many women, I had spent years shoving all those niggling worries I had about the person I’d married to the back of my exhausted mind, already overloaded with the never-ending demands of modern motherhood. I just got on with it.