I can't stand up to him that way. It's to much to explain but either I do what he says or I pay the price. He tells me what I can and cannot do, he's like my daddy.

If I leave the children he will give me a short time limit or not allow me to go, so I take them so I can stay out as long as I wish. But usually he calls and tells me to get home eventually anyway.

There's nothing I can do, and there's no where to go even if I did want to leave. Everything here is mine, yet if anybody was to move out with a few bags, it would be me and my kids.

Time is against me at this moment, I'm waiting for the right time to leave because I'm breaking down from this, soon I'll be a maid.

You know, I always leave hints for my family that my husband is this way and they still have no caringness, compassion, or understanding. They treat me just as cruelly and cold as he does.

It's pathetic and I'm pathetic for allowing myself, and my children, to experience this. It's such a weakness.