I’m so tired of being hit.

After having a literal screaming match with my preteen (her doing most of the screaming) my husband decided to hit me because I was talking about how exhausted I was dealing with her crap. He hit me multiple times. By hit I mean PUNCHED. I was punched twice in the side and once in the head. He then grabbed my hair and hoodie to force me into the bathroom. He ripped my hoodie doing this. Then he took my dog figurine and threw it against the wall breaking the tail off. 😞 when I got upset about it he yelled how much he hated me, and that he was going to just leave because he couldn’t handle another me. (Saying our daughter was like me) Told me when I wake up one day to his stuff gone don’t call him. But when I say something about it when we aren’t arguing he says he has the best life with me. I’m so tired of this shit. I’m tired of feeling like a single mom. I’m tired of doing this battle alone. I’m tired of being hit and called names. I’m tired of our children saying they hate me and that their grandma is better than I am. I really feel like maybe I should just give up on this whole family. I’m not doing anyone any favors sticking around anyways.