B’smom
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since B was kicked out from residential treatment in May, things have gone from ok to horrible. His verbal aggression has gotten to the point where it’s almost hourly, physical aggression is almost daily. We looked into putting him into foster care but they told me they’d charge us with child abandonment if we did. Something I cannot be charged with as I work with children.
The only thing that’s gotten better is that he’s no longer targeting Little One. He seems safe for now which is good because they said they’d have no problem taking Little One out of the home. Easier for them to place a normal child than one that’s causing all the problems.
B has been taking all of his anger out of me though. My arms are currently covered in bruises and bite marks. Which I’d rather it be me than Little One.
J leaves for work every morning, and B is calm. But it’s like as soon as J leaves a switch goes off. The second I tell him no or “soon”, he starts with screaming and telling me to shut the F up. Then he starts with all the other big words. If I’m lucky, he storms to his room where he’ll hide until he’s somewhat calm. But then there’s the times I’m not lucky. I held his door shut after he attacked me and he broke the door frame.
I’ve considered calling the police when it happens but since he’s under the age of 12, there isn’t much they can do. Part of me refuses to call because I worry what the neighbours will think. I worry that children’s services really will step in and take Little One. LO is currently the only reason I’m keeping it together. Part of me feels so guilty, maybe we should let them take LO, at least he’s probably be safer.
Two days ago after I told him I couldn’t make him eggs, he had a meltdown and told me he was going to kill me in my sleep. Needless to say, I haven’t been sleeping well.
The doctors keep telling me not to take things personally, that he doesn’t really mean what he says in the heat of the moment. But when you hear those words over and over again, it beats you down you know.
I’ve considered talking Little One and the eldest and leaving. Just so we can be safe. But then I’m leaving J behind to deal with it all. J whom I love with all my heart. Our marriage isn’t perfect but I want him in my life. Plus if I leave him, what happens to B during the day? There isn’t a single agency that will help us.
I’ve also considered leaving with B, so then at least the rest of the family is safe. I imagine I’d end up killing myself though, being locked in an apartment with B all the time and no escape. I’m not done with my life yet, I’m not done living.
I feel like there’s no way out. That we’ll just have to wait until he’s 12 and start charging him with domestic assault. But I’m not sure if I can take another year of this. I’m not perfect, but I don’t deserve this.
I think I need to check myself into the hospital, I’m pretty sure I’m having a breakdown. But then children’s services will step in. And J won’t be able to work. How do you put yourself first when you feel like the whole world is upon your shoulders, depending on you. I feel so alone, even J doesn’t really understand, B seems to love him. B blames it all on me, which I know is to be expected since I’m the main caregiver. I just feel so trapped
The only thing that’s gotten better is that he’s no longer targeting Little One. He seems safe for now which is good because they said they’d have no problem taking Little One out of the home. Easier for them to place a normal child than one that’s causing all the problems.
B has been taking all of his anger out of me though. My arms are currently covered in bruises and bite marks. Which I’d rather it be me than Little One.
J leaves for work every morning, and B is calm. But it’s like as soon as J leaves a switch goes off. The second I tell him no or “soon”, he starts with screaming and telling me to shut the F up. Then he starts with all the other big words. If I’m lucky, he storms to his room where he’ll hide until he’s somewhat calm. But then there’s the times I’m not lucky. I held his door shut after he attacked me and he broke the door frame.
I’ve considered calling the police when it happens but since he’s under the age of 12, there isn’t much they can do. Part of me refuses to call because I worry what the neighbours will think. I worry that children’s services really will step in and take Little One. LO is currently the only reason I’m keeping it together. Part of me feels so guilty, maybe we should let them take LO, at least he’s probably be safer.
Two days ago after I told him I couldn’t make him eggs, he had a meltdown and told me he was going to kill me in my sleep. Needless to say, I haven’t been sleeping well.
The doctors keep telling me not to take things personally, that he doesn’t really mean what he says in the heat of the moment. But when you hear those words over and over again, it beats you down you know.
I’ve considered talking Little One and the eldest and leaving. Just so we can be safe. But then I’m leaving J behind to deal with it all. J whom I love with all my heart. Our marriage isn’t perfect but I want him in my life. Plus if I leave him, what happens to B during the day? There isn’t a single agency that will help us.
I’ve also considered leaving with B, so then at least the rest of the family is safe. I imagine I’d end up killing myself though, being locked in an apartment with B all the time and no escape. I’m not done with my life yet, I’m not done living.
I feel like there’s no way out. That we’ll just have to wait until he’s 12 and start charging him with domestic assault. But I’m not sure if I can take another year of this. I’m not perfect, but I don’t deserve this.
I think I need to check myself into the hospital, I’m pretty sure I’m having a breakdown. But then children’s services will step in. And J won’t be able to work. How do you put yourself first when you feel like the whole world is upon your shoulders, depending on you. I feel so alone, even J doesn’t really understand, B seems to love him. B blames it all on me, which I know is to be expected since I’m the main caregiver. I just feel so trapped