Really long.... Got the courage and now making plans...

So, I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost 3 years. I have a child from a previous relationship and my boyfriend and I have a 1 year old together. I met my boyfriend when I was still legally married, I had been separated for a couple months. When I had my youngest, I was still legally married so I had to get in touch with my ex (At this time, it’s been a year and a half since I left him and I hadn’t had any contact with him), for him to go to the hospital and sign a maiden name waiver form for the baby to have my maiden name. But, he still went on the birth certificate. In order for my boyfriend (the baby’s biological dad) to get on the birth certificate, he has to do a DNA, which he still has not done. I’ve begged him and explained to him why it’s so important to me.

My boyfriend is a compulsive liar, he’s so good at manipulating that it’s hard to tell he’s lying unless you know him, he’s buying pain pills off the street (his mother is enabling him. I’ve talked to her and begged her to stop. She says she knows she’s enabling him and she’s going to stop but hasn’t. He gives her pills too so that’s why she hasn’t stopped), he’s a good dad to a certain extent. But when he’s sleeping and the baby wakes up, he hollers, curses and tells the baby that he’ll give him something to cry about. It’s killing me on the inside. I can’t take anymore. At 3:00 this morning when he started his crap saying stuff to our baby when he woke up, was the icing on the cake. I got up, got the baby and went to the couch. I sat on the couch, cried and texted my sister that lives in a different state telling her that I’m done and I need help to get out of here (she’s been through it before so I know she can help me). I ended up calling her while my boyfriend slept until almost 1:00 to talk to her about everything.

We are going to start making plans and I’m taking my kids and myself and getting the hell out of here. But, it won’t be until towards the end of July, because my oldest sons birthday is then and we’re having a party that he already knows about. Plus, I’m not telling anyone what my plans are until I’m already on my way to her house. I’m going MIA. My sister is the only one that knows. There’s so many more reasons I’m leaving but I can’t type any longer. I’m putting on my happy face and pretending until the end of July. I have learned my worth and it’s time. Please wish me luck.