Mentally and physically exhausted mom

Back story:

Been with this guy for 12 years. We (he) recently bought a house together. We have been here since mid august. We have a 16 month old baby. I work 35 + hours a week, and I am usually home by 2:30 pm every single day. He refuses day care for our child so he was working from home and taking care of him. I am emotionally drained in this relationship. There are things in the past that I have not been able to forgive. We live together, we are together but he sleeps with the baby I sleep in what’s supposed to be our room or he sleeps on the couch. I am blocked on all social media accounts, and he refuses to even speak on the subject of social media.

I get home, I am to clean, cook, do laundry for me and my baby because apparently I don’t know how to do his laundry so he rather do it himself. Take care of the baby since he has him from till 2:30 pm. I never ever have time for myself. We rarely have any conversation unless it’s about him. I argue with him because at this point I’m really exhausted and he tells me well I have sleepless nights so you need to stay up and study for your exam and get things done after the baby goes to bed.

I always look a hot mess, my hair is messy, it’s falling off and breaking. My feet are so dry I can cut someone with them and they are starting to hurt. My skin is peeling because there’s times where I don’t have the energy or time to even take a shower and every single day we have an argument about what I cleaned wrong or what I forgot to do. He’s always arguing that I’m sitting on my phone and that when I get home he better not see my phone in my hand.

I’m so exhausted…

I just need some words of encouragement.

Also, people that tell me to leave it isn’t that easy. He bought the house we live in, he makes way more money than I do. I left my good paying job in my home state (1 hr away) to get a job that pays minimum wage to be closer to home. Every-time I get mad his response is I pay the bill in this house this is my house etc. so I cannot raise my voice, and I cannot get mad in the walls we live in. Everytime I threaten to leave he tells me I can leave and leave our baby because I will not take him back to the “hood” and give him a shitty life. If I do leave I’m afraid he might take my baby from me. I don’t do drugs, I have an impeccable record but I don’t have any money saved up and my credit is not in the best shape at all.