Wiping a cotton wool pad across my face, I felt an anxious knot form in my stomach.
As I wiped my makeup off, I just wanted to go to sleep.
I’d had a long day, working and looking after my four kids.
But my husband Paul, 40, liked me to stay up with him.
Unlike a typical husband and wife wanting to spend time together, I was on edge.
You see, Paul had a temper – it had always been this way.
Meeting him aged 19 in 2004, he was in the navy and at first I thought that he was the bee’s knees.
Although I could never call him a gentleman, everything was great at the start and after five months we moved in together. But after a year, Paul’s behaviour changed.
He was gambling a lot, heading out on drugs and alcohol binges at the weekend.
‘You’re not coming, I don’t have enough money for you,’ he’d tell me, when
