When did you know it was time to leave that man/woman? (Details)

When he tried to shove me out of a moving vehicle. That pretty much decided it for me.

My first boyfriend picked me up and threw me across the pavement about 3 months into our relationship. Uh, yeah…it was over after that.

She started claiming she was a virgin, even though we had just done it half an hour ago, and she started claiming her oncle was a terrorist with a money printing machine, that she was adopted when I knew for a fact she was not, and started pouring milk on me to wake me up for sex, to name a few things she used to do. (first girl I moved in with)

When he beat the shit out of me and caused me to fear for my life.

When she became really damn annoying and whiny.

@DarlingRhadamanthus I wanna hear from the conservative women, If there are any who gave their philandering hubby the heave ho.

When there was no more joy in the relationship.

When I realized I was married to an illusion of my own projection, and yes, I did give my philandering husband the heave ho. He had plenty of Ho’s heaving.

Oh what a heaving ho we weave…lolol

@Coloma That was one cool reply :D

Getting maced by my first wife kinda made it clear it was time to let her go.

When I Caught her going down on my best friend.

should’ve kicked her in the jaw.

When he decided to hit me, and wouldn’t protect me when his parents started spreading rumors about me.

I knew it was over when she left me, and went back to Canada.

When I realized that the reason I was unhappy was because I had a lot of introspection I needed to do, and I felt I couldn’t do those things because he felt like a weight hanging on my shoulders. He was suffocating me.

So sorry for those of you who have been abused. Good for you for having the strength to get out of those situations.

When she poured water on my laptop. I can recover from whatever you do to me, but the $1300 laptop is defenseless. Fucking c***.

When I realized that there was no improvement at all in my attempts to fight my ever existent procrastinating, which meant that future plans and -projects were (almost) never taking of.
To try to make it a better/an other life for the both of us it was the wise thing to quit our (love)relationship.
Painful, but necessary.
Needless to say that this was a mutual decision.

I realize this question is three weeks old and since I’m new and don’t fully understand the rules as to what is and is not kosher (my very first post was politely deleted for punctuation and lack of capitalized letters) .... I’m going to go out on a limb here and hope the fall is brief.
I knew it was over six years before I had the strength to leave, yet the day I ended it was when I looked at my very young children and thought to myself how I did not want them to grow up and be with someone like me. Someone like the bitch I was becoming because I was staying in a relationship where my husband loved me but did not like me. That may sound contradictory, and unless you have been in such a situation you more then likely will not understand it.
I tried for six years to make my marriage work and give my children a two parent home. I don’t recommend it for anyone. The more I tried and longer I stayed, the more inadequate and unintelligent I thought I was.
As far as how I felt… it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. No form of abuse is acceptable or excusable, less damaging or more tolerable. Emotional abuse, in my personal opinion, is the sneakiest though and often you don’t even realize that it is happening. I was being chipped away small pieces at a time until I didn’t really know who I was.
I had lost so much of myself over the years. Now four years later am still searching for pieces of me.

Too hurtful to say any plainer than, “abuse.”