So backstory I’m 23, I have been diagnosed with depression and anxiety since I was 14, I have been on and off tablets as one I get really bad symptoms and two part of my anxiety is major health anxiety, which means I don’t really ever take tablets and if I do I end up having panic attacks and forcing them out because I get worried...anywayyyy

I’ve been with him for just over two years now, we moved in pretty much straight away(red flag I know that now) and since we have ended up living in three properties, the first he trashed and we got into debt, the second he trashed and we got into debt and the third is basically a trap house because I couldn’t afford anything better, because of all the debt he caused.

So On a good note I’ve never had issues with him messaging other girl, or liking girls pictures or anything of that nature, we are very open with our phones they don’t have passcodes and we often use each other’s phones when ours are dead... but the way he treats me is disgusting.

He will go out to do jobs and not return all night, he lies constantly, even he smallest of things, he lies about where he’s been, who he’s with, why he’s late, if he’s been drinking.

So recently I’ve been feeling low again, I haven’t left the house in a week. I finally got to the point of you know what I gotta let this out, so I opened up I cried and I said “babe look I’m feeling really low I think I’m in a bad patch again” his reply, ugh girls his fucking reply was this:

“What have you got to be depressed about.... your a psycho...your a nutter...you need to see a doctor and take tablets you criack head...you need to apologise to me as all that shit in your head is pushing me away, and other nasty stuff. I have recordings somewhere.

He has never hit me, he has threatened to hit me and my dad, and break my car, he’s raised his hand to me and throws objects when hes angry.

why am I still here? Why can’t I get the courage to just think you know what this isn’t what I want and leave? I just can’t be bothered with anything anymore. I don’t know if I’m asking for advice or just needed to get this off my chest, god knows. Sorry.