My husband changed after we had our third child. We had a 9-year-old son, a 4-year-old daughter and a newborn. He would come home from work, furious at us for no apparent reason. Once, I asked about his day and he slapped me across the face. I started to walk on eggshells around him, because I didn’t know what might set him off. “It’s just the stress of the new baby,” I would tell myself. “He will calm down.”
I kept making excuses for him, because I believed the aggression would stop – but I was wrong. He continued to physically abuse me, as well as our innocent children. They would hide under blankets whenever he was nearby. They no longer laughed or smiled. That was when I knew we needed to leave.
