I thought my bottom was his DUI, and his not telling me about it(I found out by reading his phone) I was wrong. My bottom came during an hours long drunken rant that he put me thru, back in January. It was so bad my body was shaking from stress and fear, and it took me days to recover physically(due to lack of sleep that night, not to mention the stress) but emotionally, I'm still trying to fully recover.
It rocked me to the core, I kept just breaking out crying for no apparent reason(in reality, it was probably grief, since at least a part of me realized that was it), and it's been since then that I was pulled out of the depression that had haunted me since my last failed attempt to get away. And when I started making my plans to get out again.