With my husband we live 7 years. There is a wonderful child of 5 years. And now he has recently started talking about divorce.
Since I am not working for the apartment in which we now live, I just clean, wash, cook, iron, repair do, we live in the north. I never studied as a child. Earns 150,000 per month. Everything goes for loans. He drives me to my mother. Today in the morning I made a scandal. Please do not scream that the child is not scared. He replied: "But I do not care, I'm at home. And you go to my mother. " My mother lives in another city.
He's a drug addict. He smokes marijuana in large doses, has reached epilepsy. She pulled it out of it, but thanks naught. When he does not smoke wonderful, kind, gentle, beloved. But the child sees a flash of aggression, but we do not have to go anywhere, because we live under one roof. I do not know what to do, but I'm so sick of living.