It’s June 2018, and I’m getting ready to host a charity football match on Sunday (10 June). What’s so special, you might ask, but match day marks the one-year anniversary of my escape from a very unusual situation.
At 4.20pm on Saturday, 10 June 2017, following a 999 call from my worried neighbours, police officers came to my home and arrested my girlfriend for grievous bodily harm, putting an end to months of abuse and suffering, and, I do believe, saved my life.
Paralysed with fear, tears rolling down her cheeks.
The repulsive feeling, for what felt like an eternity.
I confided in colleagues. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t know how to fix my relationship.
I had been hiding how I felt for months. It was getting too much. I was struggling to function and it was affecting my work as well.
I had hit rock bottom.
I felt so desperate.
I thought about ending it, I thought it would solve everything.
I felt at the time it was my only way out.
But fortunately I was thrown a life line when my colleague eventually found me.
Despite me knowing what had happened was unacceptable, I thought it would get worse if he got into trouble.
I felt concerned and worried; I can’t judge his mood or what his actions might be.
Even with friends and family for support I was afraid. I was nervous.