Sorry to hear that you're not getting support. Every time I spiral out of control, I dread the "you're doing this AGAIN" spiel. It doesn't come--my husband is very supportive--but I still dread it. I've had that escape fantasy too--down to when I'm going to stash my stuff in the car without him knowing, and leaving to someplace nicer. Tell the cops I'm not going back. Setting up my own apartment and switching direct deposit stuff. I won't do it, but boy I have it planned.

Is your husband working a lot of hours?