Hi all
Not really sure why Iām writing on here, I just feel so numb and alone. My husband has verbally abused me for as long as I can remember, he calls me names daily infront of our children and for their sake I need to leave, I just donāt know how.
We have a disabled son and he works so that I can take care of him, I quit my career that I worked so hard at, to care for our son (which of course I would do a million times over, and it is the one thing I am grateful for him for) however I get called, a waste of space, he tells me I donāt bring anything to the table, that I am a lazy c*nt, even though I am thoroughly exhausted daily raising our sons what feels like alone. I donāt ever have a minute and bear the mental load of been a parent of a disabled child. While I am unable to work, I have studied for a degree in Special Educational Needs & Inclusion, something that my son has given me so much passion for, but my husband tells me itās a joke, he doesnāt support me, I have to find small pockets of time to study so that it doesnāt interfere with the house been spotless when he returns home, and dinner being cooked. I am hoping if my son is ever able to be supported fully in school that I can return to work in a role supporting children with SEND, he says Iām too old and itās messing about changing careers.
He talks to me and the children terribly and I am so ashamed that I have not left sooner, I just donāt know how I would care for my children while I donāt work myself, he says he wouldnāt pay me a penny. We have never had a joint account, I have to live off carers allowance and have to ask for money, itās so shameful, it really does make me feel useless. Sometimes I wish I wasnāt here, it would be so much easier, however I know my sons need me and I could never leave them, they are my world, they are what I live for. I love them so much I just feel like I am failing them even though Iām the only one loving and nurturing them.
I know their dad loves them, but itās different to the love I have for them, I wouldnāt ever let them down. He often calls our eldest a retard which makes me feel sick. He drinks all the time, and Iām always finding empty bottles around the house. I feel so ashamed writing this, I protect my children as much as I can. Sometimes he makes me feel like itās all in my head, but I know itās not.
Has anyone else ever felt this way?
Thank you to whoever reads this x