Oh God a long time..from August last year til February this year, I was either in a women's shelter or in hospital having surgery on my fucked up leg.
It took two operations to fix the leg, but it's still no good.
I feel like Judas Iscariot because I am trying to get criminal compensation. Even though it won't cost Mr Shit a cent personally, I feel like everything I tell the lawyer is a lie.
Of course I've been told I'm a fucked up liar and the "real abuser" incessantly, by Mr Shit himself of course. You know it ain't true intellectually, but you get so conditioned into the "loyalty" trick that it's hard to hear yourself telling people the appalling truth.