Originally Posted by FireSprite (Post 5606605)

(((((KBoys))))))

I held my breath reading that entire post. You do NOT deserve that abuse. How horrible. Are you staying at your parents until Nov 5th then? (Please say yes!)

Originally Posted by dandylion (Post 5606655)

Kboys....you can't be treated like this....and, it will not get any better. It always gets worse.
Your greatest responsibility is to take care of their mother. You are the most important person in the world to them....they depend on you to keep yourself safe and to keep them safe in a nurturing environment.
I am so pleased that you can go to your parents house.

You just have to do whatever y ou have to do. It is up to you to take control of your life and your destiny.....and, I know you can do it.

Originally Posted by Kboys (Post 5606491)

Hi Friends, The last time I started a thread, I had left AH and was staying at my parent's house with my boys (2 and 3). AH had discovered this site on my phone, and did some reading... partly why I haven't posted much lately, but I think he got bored with it and isn't checking anymore.... I don't care anymore... Well... we stayed there for a while, waiting for AH to get his sh1t together and move out. Hasn't happened. We started slowly spending more time at AH's and my house, until we ended up back there most of the time. since he was sober or at least mostly sober, and I really didn't want to continue commuting from my parents' house, and although I am so very blessed to have them, my parents are not easy for me to be around for long periods..... My dad is also (I believe) an A, although not abusive... that's another post. So last weekend, AH's three month run of "moderate" drinking (after 9 months dry) turned back into heavy bar drinking. I've written down the things that happened, and I feel like I need to share them. Thank you for allowing me to do this. I'm going back to my parent's house tonight after I pick up the kids. I have a written notice to give him, requesting that he leave by November 5th. It states that if he does not, I will file paperwork with the Court for a move-out order. 10/10/2015 We were having a conversation in the living room, and when he began insulting me, stating, “I know my dad was playing footsies with you… did he touch your ***** too?” I told him I was done with the conversation and started to walk down the hallway to go to bed. He got angry at me for “walking away” and threw an open full can of beer at me. It didn’t hit me but got beer all over me. 10/11/2015 I was in bed, and the kids were asleep in their room. He came home from the bar and stood over me for approximately 20 minutes, berating me, while I laid there, hoping he would leave the room, I just listened and said maybe five words the entire time, in an effort to not escalate it any further, partly because I did not want the kids to wake up. These are some of the things he said to me: Do you know how hard it is for me to not splatter your face all over the walls? ******* piece of **** I hope you burn in hell I’ll make sure you burn in hell I’m a sick ************ I ******* hate you Your best isn’t good enough ******* ****** I want to slit my throat All you have is your ***** I don’t give a **** about you or your ***** **** all you people **** you and your parents and all your dreams I hope this house burns to the ground You don’t know what it means to be a family You will never be a real woman How did I end up with a disappointment like you? He spit at me He then walked out into the kitchen and kicked a cabinet in and broke it. He came back into the bedroom, where I was attempting to call law enforcement. He took my phone from me, then ripped the blankets off of me and hit me with them several times. He tackled me on the bed grabbing my shoulders and said,” Do you know what it feels like to have CPR?” He left red marks on my arms, shoulders, and chest. They were faded by morning. I grabbed the phone at that point after he got off of me. He had dropped it on the bed. I ran into the back yard to try to call law enforcement again. He followed me outside, grabbed me from behind, and took the phone. He lowered his voice and his tone then, and said, “I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t cry. It’s not your fault. You weren’t meant for this.” He took my phone and went to the spare room and fell asleep. 10/18/2015 He had been at the bar again on this night. I was still awake when he got home, and the kids were in bed asleep. I poked my head out into the garage to see if he was home. He was, and I said hello. He then told me that my “boyfriend” was bartending, and that he was convinced I am “*******” him. The conversation continued for a few minutes, and included many of the insults above, and him trying to get me to “admit” to his suspicions. I told him I could not talk to him anymore until he was sober. He told me he hides his feelings when he is not drinking, and the only time he can talk is when he’s drunk. He then went to the kitchen sink and got a steak knife. He walked back over to me, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. He forced the knife into my hand and told me to slit his wrists. He told me no one would listen to him, and he had been abandoned by everyone in his life since he was a child, etc., so he didn’t want to go on anymore. He yelled several times to “just ******* slit his wrists.” Then he backed off. He took my phone when he realized I had it in the pocket of my robe. It slowly de-escalated from there. That was long.... Thank you so much for reading.