You've all told me to leave so many times (kyrptonite, mudandglitter and somebodysaveme were my previous nns).
I'm sick of being shouted and sworn at. I'm ashamed that he does it to the DCs too. I can't keep coming home to find chairs and stacking boxes smashed because they got in his way.
I've packed enough stuff to leave with the DCs for a night. House is in my name, I have my passport and the DCs birth certs. Next time he kicks off I can be gone in 5 minutes.
What am I forgetting? I have nappies, bottles, changes of clothes and pjs. DCs are 5,3 and 7 months.
We have DSD here this week. I can't take her with me. If I leave this week I'll have to give MIL the heads up so she can get DSD. Or should I take DSD and drop her to MIL?
Sorry, rambling. Just trying to stay rational so when he inevitably kicks off that I hoovered the carpet instead of sweeping it as he's told me to I don't buckle.
Fuck. Fuck. I feel all weird and buzzy. I may actually be able to have my DCs grow up in a house where they can leave a toy on the floor whilst they go to the loo and not get screamed at to fucking put it away before he bins it.
7 fucking years I put into this shit.