Scoop's Story chapter 2

I wrote my first story when i first joined this board , unfortunately i was hovered back in for 6 months after i joined and it was in thoses six months where the violence happened and the most terrible emotional abuse kicked in .
I had a short honeymoon period where i was told i was the most wonderful person , so beautiful , smart and clever ,we had long mornings in bed and i was included in all his plans , we would go out and danced all night and cuddle up in bed till dawn and sleep in each others arms and i was right back i the relationship , if possible i loved him even more than before .
One morning after a couple of hours suggling up and making love in bed i went out shopping on my own , i left him in his house and when i returned i came back with a present for him , a towel , which i knew he needed . I put my bags down and showed him what i brought , i showed him a dress and he laughed at it and i said "dont you like it ?" and he said "its rubbish " .. my bubble burst .. i said "dont be horrible because you wont get youre present "still trying to be normal and light and he snapped back at me "i dont want a present from you " ... and rght there and then my d&d had started , there was no warning , nothing had changed since that morning he had just decided that his mask would come of and i was in for months of hell .
I spent everyday trying to find the nice side of him and the more i tried the worse he became and the more he belittled and shamed me . Once in a while he would throw me a crum to keep me sweet but mostly i could do nothing right , i was stupid and he was the only person who understood "all my problems" ,his words not mine .
One night he attacked me punching me in the breasts (where it wouldnt show ) and he held and shook me so hard it took 4 weeks for the bruises to go on my arms . He called the incident "a fight" , i call it domestic violence . .. It took as long as the bruises to go for me to realise i was with a dangerous abuser , there is something about looking at bruises in the mirror everyday that stops any magic thinking and helps to focus the mind . I made the decision to go NC from him and to never give him my time again .
I was trauma bonded with my narc and it took every ounce of will power to leave , somewhere deep in me was a survival instinct , i knew i had reached the end and it was either him or me and i chose ME .. xx