Hi Lovelybones
I was so sorry to read your post and what a horrible experience you and your daughters have had to go through. I was in a verbally and emotionally abusive marriage as well, though thankfully with no sexual abuse. I stayed for 9 years as well, and left when our daughters were 4 and 6.
The thing about emotional abuse is that it's often subtle. My ex is handsome, intelligent, charming and well-respected in his field of work -- what more could a woman ask for? I made excuses to myself for his bad temper, believing that no relationship is perfect and that he'd be happier once.... (fill in the blank). In the meantime, he slowly isolated me from friends, family and outside support. We moved around a fair bit, as he tried to find a place of work that he liked, and every time we bought a new house, he'd insist that we only paint the walls in off-white, because that's the best for selling. He was out-rightly rude to any friends that I made, so I stopped inviting people over. He didn't want me going out places without him, as he couldn't be expected to look after the children on his own -- if I put my foot down and made plans, he'd pick a fight just as I was going out so more often than not I'd call and cancel because I was in tears.
When I finally left, it wasn't for myself, but for my daughters -- I didn't want them growing up believing that this was a normal way of treating people or to be treated. If we didn't have children, I would very probably still be in that marriage -- a silent mouse, treading around my life very carefully with my only goal being not to upset my husband. Psychologists should know this -- even partners who are being physically abused and so have tangible evidence of the abuse often stay and make excuses. With emotional abuse, we bury the damage and the scars and can go for a long time pretending that it's not happening while nobody around us suspects a thing.
It's been 7 years now since I left, and only a couple since I realized that I'd been abused. I'd been struggling with anxiety and depression for 10 years or more, and medications didn't seem to be helping much. I'd moved back to my home town with my daughters and had found a good job -- things seemed fine. But I wasn't doing my job very well, as I second-guessed everything I said or did. I deferred to the men in the firm, even if I knew that I was right. It took me forever to even write a simple email, because I was so concerned with getting the wording exactly right, so that nobody would be upset or misunderstand. I was so angry with myself for this -- frustrated at not being able to do things that in an earlier life had been so easy.
I was exhausted -- I was driving 2 hours there and 2 hours back twice every other weekend so that the girls could have a weekend with their dad, and he wouldn't be so all alone; I was always running, it seemed, between the office and the before-and-after-school care, often late and paying the $1/minute fine. I was bringing work home because it took me so long to do it. My father had had a stroke, and my mother needed a fair amount of support to look after him, particularly once his dementia set in and the deterioration accelerated. I was exhausted and spiraling out of control.
The straw that broke me came nearly 3 years ago -- I walked out of my job and haven't really done any work since, as I couldn't get past the belief that I'm lazy and unreliable. Dad continued down his hill and passed away about 6 months later, which threw me into a pit of grief from which there seemed to be no way out.
So I've been working my way out of the pit for 2 years, and the CBT that has really helped. In particular the core belief work and looking for evidence. That I'm dull and uninteresting, lazy and incompetent, insensitive and unreliable -- the evidence actually supports the opposite. Going out and testing the