Domestic abuse

I want to state this for the record. 

Two days ago, on Thursday, for the first (& hopefully last) time in my life I called the “domestic violence/abuse hotline”. 

After months of verbal, emotional, and psychological abuse, on Thursday morning my housemate actually became physically threatening and her transphobia mixed with general disrespect towards me went totally overboard. 

As soon as she had left for work and I had been able to calm down enough after yet another traumatic episode with her, albeit still shaken, I was able to pull myself together enough to get advice from the “domestic violence/abuse hotline” and help from friends. I packed up my most necessary/valuable/pressing belongings and left as soon as one of my friends could come pick me up — and I won’t go back to my place again except to pack up my stuff for good, during the weekdays, when my housemate is away.