Friday, February 5, 2010

the straw that broke the camels back

well its finally happened. my breaking point. the place where i have gotten to that there is no point of return.

It was the friday night before my birthday, and I was going to a friends place to get a tattoo done. and I had managed to be able to go without any children in tow.
anyway - the texting began from R. I turned my phone on silent. This was the first night in over 4 years that I had no children, and was out with friends, doing something that I wanted to do, and I wasnt going to let him ruin it.

But as is always the case with R... things continued with texting and calls. He turned up at my place at around 7pm on the Saturday - my actual birthday, so off his face. I refused to engage in a conversation with him, and he left - but not before driving into the pole that holds the gate 3 times. in front of the kids. He just was so off his face he couldnt navigate through it. Aston was incredibly distressed. Laura was yelling at him, and I just the kids inside. In hind sight I should have called the police then. But hindsight is just that isnt it?

the barrage of texting and calling continued, and I pulled the land line out of the wall. Finally about 11.00 I went to bed. Shortly after my big boy N came in crying, saying Mum, I'm scared that R is going to come back and try and climb in my window, so I tucked him in next to me.

About 12ish I woke to "VICKY HELP ME!!" I walked out to the door, and R was standing there covered in blood...and this was without the light on! "I've crashed the car. I need you, please dont do this, I love you more then anyone I have ever loved..blah blah blah blah blah...." I had my mobile in my hand, told him to sit the fuck down and shut up and called 000. They told me to get some towels to place on the bleeding. so I went back inside to get them, and L was standing in the hallway - wide awake, and on high alert. I just told her to not come any further, and that if either of the boys came down the hallway to stop them, and take them into my room. When I came back out I had turned the light on and saw the full extent of his injuries. He was not breathing really well, had a cut on his head, and his left knee was open exposing the bone, and tendons. I placed the towels on the bleeding, and walked to the end of the verandah to wait for the ambulance.

Apparently he had crashed the car, tried to call me, and then sent me a text. then walked to the nearest house with a light on. Convinced them to bring him to my house - something along the lines of "i'm on my home, my wife will be waiting, she will take care of me!" I have since been told this, because the wife of the man who brought him here called on the monday to see if everything was alright.

But I ask you....who the hell drives a complete stranger, bleeding, obviously altered, and not call an ambulance instead???? Needless to say I was pretty pissed off.

The ambulances came - and I told them the history of his mental health. He was begging me to come with him, and I refused. Once he left - the shock of it all, and the anger set in. HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! By this stage it was 1am, and I called my mother, just so that I had someone to talk to so that I didnt disappear into outerspace. I was on the phone for three hours. Finally about 4am I thought I would be able to sleep. While I was waiting for the ambo's I called his brother, and he was so angry that even he said NO, he can go to the hospital by himself.

The next day I was not good. I disappeared into that place of horrible memories, and was in panic attack mode. i was disassociated...and feeling over and over all the times I had seen the domestic violence that I grew up in. My sister and brother in law arrived, and T just sat with me, and brought me back to the present. R had asked his brother to get some stuff from his place, so I went with him, and we saw the car. There were no skid marks. I truly believed that he drove the car into the tree.

I went and saw the police as well, and thankfully got a wonderful policeman who advised me about what to do with applying for a DVO. So I spent the next week spewing out the horrible things that have happened to me and my children over the past six years. It took all week because it was painful, and agonising. I feel so much shame and guilt for putting my children through this.

I am hoping that with the help of my counsellor that I can work on forgiving myself. I truly did believe that if I loved him enough, supported him enough, encouraged him enough I could make him better. But that Saturday night was my breaking point, and enough was enough. I can no longer do this. I no longer love this man. He is incredibly toxic, and if he wants to head down the path of self destruction, I have taken myself and my kids off the ride.

I lodged the DVO application on Friday. He had returned home from hospital on the Thursday, and within 5 mins of him being there started calling...both my phones. He was finally served the DVO on the Saturday night... and still called and texted....and is still texting... sigh.

The hearing is on Thursday. So looking forward to that!! But at least this a step forward. I have an appointment with family relationships to begin the childrens orders process. and in June I will be filing for a divorce.

I have withdrawn from my friends, simply because I dont want to constantly regurgiate all this stuff. I will speak to my counsellor. I think that is healthy. It is just for the moment. so that I can regroup, reassess, rebuild.... one day at a time.


  1. Oh Vicky what a shocking time of it you have been having! I am so sorry that you had to deal with all if that. It certainly sounds like enough is enough. I commend you for taking such string steps to put the toxicity behind you all. No doubt it will be a long process but you seem like a very strong person and I have no doubt you'll pull through this. Be gentle on yourself while you wade through the past as well. Most importantly, a belated happy birthday to you :)

  2. Hey miss Vicky, I just wanted to say that I have been through everything you just explained in the last few months as well but with my dad and my mom. My mom is treading the very same water you are. I know how awful and terrible you must have been feeling and are feeling. I'm very sorry you have to deal with all of that, just know that you are not alone, and I know that we will all make it through the anger, sadness and awful suprises. You are a strong women, trust your instincts you are making all the right decisions.


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