All I'm saying is my DC are 6 and 8 now and things never changed, they have got worse with the good times becoming fewer and fewer until they stopped altogether.
I can get emotional when looking back at photos of my girls as babies because it was all miserable and abusive. He robbed me of being able to look back with happiness.
This^^
I also had some really shitty holidays with exH, and nothing got better.
I look at the photos of three, four and then five lovely children, well turned out, with their buckets and spades and swimming armbands, and remember the feeling that nothing I did was ever good enough for him, and the constant pressure I felt, and the anxiety, and how it sucked the life out of me year after year.
I remember being sneered at as he went through the suitcase -- apparently what I had packed for the two of us and two small children and a baby was ridiculous and he could have done a far better job (but he never, ever did anything like lending a hand with packing because it was so far beneath him), I remember having a wet nappy thrown at me because I hadn't been able to get up in time for 7 am breakfast with the exILs after an eight hour drive the day before spent juggling screaming DD3 on my knee and trying to entertain her in her carseat followed by being woken by her five times that night and then kept awake by his godawful snoring, I remember he didn't talk to me for two days because I took my BBQ meal into our holiday cabin as I couldn't stand the swarms of black biting flies that got all over eveyone's food, and the tantrum he pitched in the car when he thought we were irretrievably lost on a peninsula with one road in and out, that was about eight miles long and two miles wide, grabbing the map, cursing and swearing..
Don't 'hang in there'. Stop the madness before it does any more damage.