I finally broke up with my boyfriend after he wouldn't stop calling me names in arguments.

We'd been together seven whole years and in the time ive received a black eye (he got annoyed and kicked my phone, still have a small scar under my eyebrow because of it), threw a fan at me (but this of course doesnt count because it didn't hit me and it was my fault), seen him punch holes in the wall of our rented flat (that he didnt fix for months) and been called a "bitch", "retard" (after my autism diagnosis), "vile cunt" and the classic "crazy bitch".

When i first broke up with him I didn't bring it up, but he asked for reasons and I gave them. I'm so glad I did.

It reminded me of what he's really like. He said "they're just words", told me im childish but also it's justified because I "always start the arguments" that hurt his feelings - i've not once called him names.

I should have left when my counsellor told me to 3 years ago, but better late than never I guess. I emailed her to tell her the good news.

No longer will I have to worry about slammed doors and barricading my bedroom door to stop him coming in when he's angry.

I'm free, im just gutted it took so long.