I lived in this kind of relationship for three years.
It began with him being vigilant over me. He only wanted me out with him, nobody else. He was allowed to hang out with "the boys" anytime, but I was not allowed to do anything with anyone else.
It progressed to him controlling what I wore.
Then to who I talked to in general.
Then it progressed to physical violence. At first it was "just a slap". Then it was full beatings. Then he threw me out of a moving car.
I went back, believing I had no one else to look to for help.
He then beat me badly in public. Not one person tried to stop him. Not one.
The police came, and put me in protective custody for the night. He had run off, so they couldn’t find him.
I was never given the chance to press charges, but at the time I would have blamed myself. How do I know?
Because the next day I went and apologized to him for his "having to beat me in public". I bought all of his gaslighting - I had nobody else to help, nobody cared, I was worthless… I bought all of it.
He had caused a lot of damage. I had a cut cheek, a black eye, bruises on my neck and body, and a huge bruise on my crotch where he kicked me with his mountain boots on.
And I APOLOGIZED TO HIM.
I had never cheated on him, but he cheated on me. (He married his AP later.)
But fate had intervened the next day. I met my husband and we fell for one another instantly. I broke up with my abusive partner.
That abusive man stalked me. He came to my house in the night and drove circles across the lawn, multiple times. He reported me to the police "tip line" saying I had burglarized an apartment building under construction (he worked there I found out later). The sheriff came and searched my tiny RV for sofas and chairs I had supposedly stolen. The deputy laughed because he knew when he arrived that there was no way I had anything to do with it.
He threatened me repeatedly.
He became obsessed, and the only way it stopped was when my husband went to his house and confronted him there. He was afraid to come outside (probably a good decision on his part). After that, he went on with his life.
I was wrong thinking I had nowhere to go. And in the USA, money in his accounts also belongs to you in most states. You can go to a women’s shelter, a friend, someone.
I would be willing to help you, and I don’t even know you. Help is out there.