I have been in a violent, controlling relationship for 6 years. It started when my daughter was 9 and the first time i stupidly thought it would be the last time, when he apologised and bought flowers . It gradually got worse over the next few years and i concentrated on my daughter and kidded myself I was doing what was best for my baby girl, keeping the family together. he one day came up got a quilt and said “ im sleeping downstairs from now on ‘I was relieved as at least I knew I didnt have to have unwanted sex. I prayed every time that I wouldnt get pregnant and have to bring another child into the home. Fridays were the worst as he would get drunk to the point that he couldnt talk. He would return home, wreck the house by kicking doors in and giving me a back hander. I used to try to make it over quickly so my daughter wouldnt hear. He would then fall asleep and piss through all his clothes onto the settee. The next day I was spend Saturday washing and drying the covers. We went through so many sofas. So we come to today, my daughter is 16 and an incrediable and says to me daily ‘ we have to get away‘ and its gradually got worse culminating in me calling an ambulance 20 alone this year and then covering for him as petrified what hed do if not. I was now a shadow of myself, I felt broken and only go on for Katie. One weekend after a particularly bad Sunday, he kicked me so hard in my stomach that i couldnt breathe. He wouldnt let me call an ambulance and sent me upstairs to my room, the room i wasnt allowed out of even to get a drink. Its funny as people ask what finally made you get the police involved. You would think all id been through and i had rang before but retracted . I waited til he went to work and i went next door and collapsed on her drive. I woke up in hospital and met a very inspirational lady who said ‘ look at this and it was coming up to the anniverary of a young lady called Linzis deathe. Her ex had broken in and murdered her. she asked how my daughter would feel if this was me next. Only that weekend he had told me he would kill me and bury me in the garden. Eveything came flooding out. After that it eas like a whirl wind of police, social workers etc and i had actually reported him but i waz still scared as i knew it wouldnt stop. im not going to lie everyone has been amazing but finacially we are struggling to get away and dont know what to do as hes on bail with conditions but i know that wont matter when hes had a drink and Friday is looming like a nightmare. There willl be help with money but in 6 weeks time, theyve told me and im worried i wont be here to take advantage of it. All i need is enough money to get a deposit and a couple of months rent to allow me to get straight amd get back into work. Please help where you can . Sorry its so long but i wanted you to get a feel of how desperate we are.