I'm going to be very honest here so please be warned that you may find this upsetting.
Can I be very clear that I know I am at fault, and that I have behaved despicably. I accept this.
What I am hoping to learn from posters is how on earth to resolve the mess I am in.
I have been on my own with my children since the youngest was born. Their father had a mental breakdown. Since leaving, he has remained part of their lives, seeing them once a week and paying child support.
There is no family help at all, my parents and sister have died and my brothers live in another country.
I threw myself into coping and somehow we have got this far - 10 years in - largely intact. But it's unravelling quickly.
My eldest is a teenager and I am not coping with her behaviour. Last night she was angry when I said she needed to do homework before getting her phone back. She took out her anger on her brother (who was asleep) by pulling off his bedcovers, and crashing around in his bedroom. He has a disorder and getting him to sleep takes 45min plus so I was incensed.
I ripped off her bedcovers and tossed them out of her room. I said she could sleep without bedding or go to her father's.
She continued ranting at me (she hates me, she hates her brother, I'm a bitch). I phoned her father and while I was on the phone she kicked me. I lost it, I hit her - about 10 times.
Eventually removed myself, went to look after her brother who was extremely upset and waited for her father.
She's gone now - and this is where I'm stuck. What do I do? TBH I don't want her back. I was brought up in an extremely violent household which I hated and I don't want that for my kids. But it turns out I'm like my parents. So what do I do? Their father won't take them and there is no other family.
I almost want her to complain to police so she will be taken away.
To give a bit of background, I have until this point been quite successful - kids are healthy, have friends, do well at school, and I've tried to give them lots of lovely experiences. But it turns out my daughter hates me, hates her brother (she's resented him from the start as she blames him for her father leaving) and our home is a war zone.
I completely get why some parents walk out or kill themselves.