So I’m currently about 5 weeks pregnant with our third child. My sorry excuse of a man, husband has been drinking since 5pm. Around 10 o’clock he starts yelling at me and calling me vile names because my friend FaceTimed me and he said I’m “fake and 2 faced” 🙄 At midnight he tells me happy birthday and tries to be all sappy and lovey dovey and tries holding me and kissing me. When I asked him to please get off me he pushed me into our oven and then up against a wall. He starts patting my face hard and calling me names. I asked him to please stop because our kids and my 7 year old sister are watching and on the last pat to my face he slaps me so on instinct I slapped back 🤷🏻‍♀️ He starts yelling and telling me how he should beat the crap out of me. The kids and I go upstairs and he follows and takes my phone away from me before pushing me onto our bed.. He eventually came back and gave me back my phone and then drunkenly passed out like everything is ok. So now guess who has to figure out where to leave to with her 2 toddlers during a pandemic, on her Birthday? Happy Birthday to me right..

I just don’t know what I ever did to deserve to be treated this badly.. on today of all days 😔😢