What pressed your buttons?

Question

We have all had one of those worst relationships in our lives, the complicated kind that makes you ponder when it's over how you even survived it.

What pressed your button to finally leave your spouse?

Best story gets the point.

Answer 1

Well my ex husband called a social worker and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. I was taken out of my home in front of my children in handcuffs and shackles. I had to stay in that hospital (with nothing wrong with me ) for a month. No visits from my children or my parents, because my ex husband signed a paper with the Dr. for no visitors. Well, he tried to divorce me while I was in there, but he couldn't. So, I got out and as soon as i got it all together, I took my children and left and had all that evidence against him on what he did to me. I got everything!!!

Answer 2

In my first marriage it was the way he controlled and made me afraid. I would have teo say the final mental abuse and things he said to me that made me leave and the way he cut me down. I was afraid of him and shaking when i left. Sad part is this ended in tragedy because he took his own life:( Very Very sad story but this is what happened and how and we had been married for nine years. I was told however that it was a good thing that i left when i did because the way he went he could have taken us out with him. I do feel that God protected my kids and i through it but i am still sad he did what he did. I learned from it though and life goes on but either way it was still very sad!

Answer 3

Ohh Cristy! My ex-h did the same to me.

I caugh him with his mistress and I was devastated. I went to work the next day and the Police took me in front of my cowoorkers to escort me to the Psyco ward for a Psychiatric evaluation, as my ex-h accused me of being crazy by making up that he was having an affair. After I was released the same day from the Hospital with no indications of any mental disorder, I came home just to find him gone out of the house with my precious baby in tow, My son's clothes were gone and so were his because he moved with his girlfriend to an undisclosed location. I hit rock bottom then I was in so much pain... but I no longer cared who he was sleeping with, or that he had cheated and lyied and put me thru that, I just cared about my son and having him back. That did it for me. That was my motivation and my strenght. It was my mantra' I just want my son back.

That ruthless b@stard took my son away from me on Mother's Day and I spend 4 horrible days without knowing where he was. On Sunday evening, I call his boss and told him what had happened and send him the message that he could have the house and everything in it, that he could keep all the money and the cars...but I just wanted my son. That was all I wanted.

After that, he got in serious trouble with the law for using the system and lying. He almost lost his job and sent to jail for what he did to me and my son. Needless to say, after my son was returned to me 3 days later, all that I could think about was to save my son and save myself from more cruelty and emotional abuse.
I got an attorney and took him to the cleaners, but what is more rewarding is that he has to live with the shame of what he did to us. Till this day he cannot look at me straight in the eye, and I feel empowered and free because justice was served and he got what he deserved.

I survived this because of the inmense love between mother and child that will give you the strenght and the fury and the endurance and the power to defend your child in any circumstances. He is my inspiration and my driving force.

PS/ I has took a lot of therapy to overcome such horrible events and till today I just cannot stop crying on Mother's Day....

Answer 4

Well he was not my spouse,he was my boyfriens but what pressed my button to leave was when I was home with no money, no job and no car and the jerk left me and our baby with no toilet paper and no electricity beacause he was to worried about creeping around with his new girl! I threw his clothes in the dumpster called him and told him that his stuff was in the dumpster beacause he was garbage. I packed my stuff, went to my dad's house and never turned back! Happily married with 3 kids now!

Answer 5

The final straw was when I caught her in bed with the milkman and postman at the same time. Could have been worse as I got home before the delivery men arrived with our new bed.

Answer 6

When he tried to throw my stuff out the window, hit me AFTER I had called the police.... all because I told my 18 year old stepdaughter that her father was out with his new girlfriend when she asked me where he was. I didn't elaborate anything else to her... just the fact. To bad for him... he went to jail and I stayed in the house until it was sold. So much for him trying to throw ME out of the house!