I am SO on the edge right now.
Yesterday was the straw that broke the camels back. My SS11 hit me in the face several times ON PURPOSE, and laughed. This same SS hit his younger brother (6) on the back with a stick the day before, giving him a welt, then earlier in the morning yesterday (before he hit me), he had hit his brother again, first thing after he got out of bed. I almost lost it on him. I shoved him away from me, and screamed at him that he was lucky I don't kick him in the teeth.
I am sick of my life. I married a man with 4 children, despite my history of PTSD related to being sexually assaulted, and despite my better judgement, that men canNOT be trusted (which, FYI, THEY CAN'T!).
He made it clear the first several months of our marriage what he needed me for: sex, and to provide for his children.
I should just come to grips with that reality, and deal with it, because there is only one other alternative.