I need your help
My WW went out last night with a close (gay) friend. I wasn't happy - I think she should be home trying to sort our M but anyway - but, as you know by now, there's not much I could do to stop her except chain her to the front door.
I even gave her a lift - I know, start hitting me over the head now.
Long story short... She text me at 11.30 (in reply to a text from me - not off her own back but I suppose I should be grateful she replies at all) to say she was having fun with her 'best friend' and that she didn't know when she'd be back or how she'd get back.
If you've been following my story, you'll know this is far from abnormal behaviour in our M.
So, reluctantly as ever, I went to bed and slept from around midnight until 2am when I woke up to find my WW wasn't back. I went downstairs, half expecting her to be sitting on the sofa, crying (or on her phone, one or the other).
I called her. No reply. I text. No answer. I called again. Either the second or third time she picked up. She was clearly heavily under the influence. She claimed she was walking home - from a city a good 5 or 6 miles away where the direct route is all country lanes with no lighting and no pavement to walk on. Oh, and a train line to cross halfway along.
As I could get no sense out of her, I called the non-emergency police number (101). They sent a car out to look for her and, while I was answering lots of questions (after about 15 minutes), she turned up.
She claimed a 'good Samaritan' called 'Steve' picked her up halfway home and gave her a lift back.
This obviously led to an argument. Not overly heated (our DS is still fast asleep upstairs, thank God) but I was basically saying to her, 'do you think this is normal behaviour for a 37-year-old married woman???', 'I was worried about you' etc etc. To which back came the usual crap about being controlled/she's still her own (single) person. In the end she gave me (reluctantly) her phone to check who she'd called (not before she deleted two numbers from her recent calls list right in front of me). When I refused to give it back until I'd checked her emails (I at least saw the OM had emailed her yesterday, I think it was - news to me - though also apparently 'confirmed' she hasn't text him back for a week or two) she became violent. We have never had a violent relationship. Yes, we've argued. Yes, I've been known to throw one or two things, out of sheer frustration (no excuse). But tonight she flipped. She's slightly taller than me, not large but strongly built, and she manhandled me around the living room, pushing and shoving me, shouting, 'give me my phone!', until she punched me - hard - in the side of the neck. She then grabbed our DS's toy lightsaber and threatened to smash our computer up unless I handed back her phone. She proceeded to whack the screen two or three times, leaving clear marks. I controlled myself extremely well under EXTREME provocation. I went into the kitchen to try to get away from her (she was getting more and more unhinged). She followed me and whacked me across the lower back (I was in a state of undress, having got straight out of bed at 2am), leaving clear, raised red marks across my back.
So, eventually I had to relent and I gave her phone back. She went out onto the front driveway, in the pitch black, and supposedly called the police (she was ranting a load of lies about me she was going to tell them). So I did the same. I called 999 and two officers were round within ten minutes.
Whilst waiting for them to arrive, my WW sat on our bed claiming to be on the phone to the OM - ironic, seeing as I saw further evidence just last evening that she DID finish with him that Tuesday, and that she hasn't contacted him since. I have no idea if she was even on the phone to ANYBODY, so good has her acting become. She was loudly saying down the phone that she had done 'absolutely nothing wrong', and telling a load of lies about me. I did my best to ignore. I am inclined to think she was play acting as I did shout one thing about the A, and she didn't flinch - either there was no-one there or it WAS the OM.
As I alleged domestic violence to the officers, they saw the marks on my back (oh, and my smashed iPhone which my WW threw against the wall), they made it clear they had no choice but to take my WW to the station, which is where she is right now. The officers are coming back in an hour (so, probably half an hour from now) to explain to me what is going on, and to see how I want to proceed.
Whilst the police were here, my WW was shouting things like, 'see, you've done it now', 'they're going to take our boy away now' etc. She accused me of orchestrating the whole thing - she almost insinuated that I was acting on advice (who from, a solicitor, the CAB????????) and getting her into trouble so that any D pans out better for me.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I am sitting her, beside myself that I may have made a huge mistake. The police have NEVER been called round here. Neither my WW nor I have any kind of record, nor have we ever been in trouble with the authorities before.
What have I done??? When I was calling 999, I felt like - for ONCE - I was taking control. I was saying, 'enough is enough'. But I'm well aware that I am the man here, and that my WW - in the state she's in, fueled tonight by drink - could tell a whole pack of lies about me, her husband of seven years and the father of her beloved son. Someone who has TRIED to forgive her, TRIED to move us on, TRIED to make her see there IS a way forward.......
I just remembered, as she was forcing me backwards, bending my back over our dining room table, trying to grab her phone, I extricated myself (using minimal force) and something in her left hand clicked. She made an absolute drama out of it (though seemed to forget about it five minutes later), claiming I'd broken her wrist or something.
I feel so depressed
And now worried sick about the repercussions of tonight. The ONLY glimmer of home I can see is if SOMEHOW she could now be MADE to go to counselling/therapy.
Then again, the police could be on their way back to arrest me, and take our beautiful boy into temporary care
I'm not making excuses - but this is COMPLETELY out of character for her. COMPLETELY. Her strength, grabbing hold of my arms and shoving me around, I have never felt before.
What the hell have I done?????