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PERSONAL STORIES FROM MALE VICTIMS OF FAMILY VIOLENCE AND ABUSE

Saturday
Nov072009

Geof

One day I took the kids to the park while she went shopping. She came down to the park and started punching me in the face because we weren't home when she came back - a lot earlier than expected. There was blood everywhere - I thought she'd broken my nose. My kids were with their friends and they saw the whole thing. Some of the friends had their parents with them - so there she was with her audience and she played it to the hilt.

Saturday
Nov072009

Nigel

She told me I had to work longer hours to support her, but when I did, she said I didn't spend enough time with her. I used to buy her things she said she liked, but then she'd abuse me for it. I rang to say I would be working back and I got a verbal bashing you wouldn't believe because I'd disturbed her; then when I worked back and didn't ring, she abused me for not ringing. I was in a no-win situation all the time.

Saturday
Nov072009

William

Nothing I did was right. I couldn't walk into the house without being criticised for something. She didn't like the way I walked, the way I talked, the fact that I was Australian. I did all the cooking and the housework, but she’d abuse me because I’d hung something the wrong way on the line, or I’d put the quilt on the bed the wrong way round.

Saturday
Nov072009

Derek

She saw my own family and anyone I wanted to maintain contact with as competition. She would go into a whingeing, whining, carping, harping, nagging mood for days and weeks on end, in which she’d have bees in her bonnet about my mother, my father, my friends, my professional associates and this would go on and on.

Thursday
Nov052009

Paul

A friend of ours had died. My wife said to me, ‘I wish you had died instead of him’.