Leave him. A letter to myself. *trigger warning*

You're worth more than the way he makes you feel.

No amount of fights or talking it out will change anything.

If he loved you enough, he wouldn't make you cry.

And if he did, they'd be tears of love not sheer pain.

Your babies will understand.

They'll want to see their mother happy. Not married and miserable.

You don't need family to lean on. Your babies are the only family you'll ever need.

It's not okay that he grabbed you. No one should grab you, especially hard enough to leave bruises. Quit convincing yourself it's okay.

Quit pretending he's changed.

Did he stop hitting you? Yes. Did he turn his physical abuse into crippling mental abuse? YES.

If he truly loved you, you wouldn't be treated like this.

No one would be told to shut the fuck up.

You're nothing but a consistent convenience for him.

A glorified babysitter with a ring.

He keeps around for sex. He uses you.

Stop giving him head. It will never make him love you. You don't HAVE to do it. Even if he makes you feel guilty if you don't. Don't fucking do it.

He is NOT in love with you. That left a long time ago. It's never coming back.

Quit trying to make this marriage work.

Even if you give 100%, he won't be bothered to meet you half way.

He doesn't think you're worth fighting for.

You're girls deserve better.

You're constantly telling others that they deserve better. Take your own advice.

You are strong enough to be on your own.

It will be hard at first, but in the end, it's worth the struggles.

You've changed everything about yourself for him. Stop.

He'll never take the time to please you sexually. Ever. Stop waiting.

It's okay that you're in love with him. But you still need to walk away.

One of these times, hell push you too far.

You'll take your own life this time.

You'll die.

He's not worth dying for. Not like this.

Your girls are worth living for.

Period.

Pack your shit.

Call the domestic violence hotline.

Accept their help. You can do this.

Read this everyday until you muster up the strength to leave. Then run like hell and never look back. I believe in you.