So today my husband and myself had a HUGE fight. Since finding out that I’m pregnant with baby number 2, our eldest is 11, he has been using khat and weed almost daily... when he doesn’t, he sleeps all day... no help around the house or anything. If he’s not sleeping my son and myself tip toe around him because of his moods. He sleeps in a separate room because he up so late. Shares a bed with me on Saturday night for sex, then the next night is back in the spare room.

Yesterday, our son found one of his little bags with the straw. While trying to put a cable in the cupboard so it could close properly. He pushed out son out the way and grabbed it.

Anyway, today was when all hell broke lose. Normally I keep quiet but today I had enough. He was fighting with our son again (arguments are a daily thing), calling our son a fucking clown and an idiot. So I said he cannot talk to a child like that. He started fighting with me saying that I never stand with him when he’s trying to teach our son a lesson. He slammed doors saying he’s done, it’s over, bye bye. Calling our son by my maiden name. Saying he is done with him and that he has lost his father. Telling me that he is going to leave and he can’t put up with it anymore. What about what I have been putting up with.

After he left, I got an email that we are been evicted from our home and have to be out by 31 August.

Husband gets back walks past son and calls him my maiden name again and says that he is not a V (his surname). He’s done and he is over and out.

I am truly at a loss and don’t know what to say or think or even do. He’s walking around mumbling slamming doors. I’m laying in my room keeping to myself. I’m lost!!! Truly lost. Now have to move at 23 weeks pregnant, no money due to COVID, husband is out of work too, nowhere to go and no family around here. I am devastated.