Yes, that’s right: I hate my husband and his child. I feel ashamed, realizing this, because the child is not to blame. But he is a part of what I hate, and that’s why I lose my temper, scream, get angry. And then I feel ashamed, I cry and think: what am I doing?

We’ve been together for 15 years, 7 of which have been in marriage. Everything was difficult from the very beginning. My husband is a pathologically jealous domestic tyrant. From the first days, he isolated me from the outside world and allowed me to feel calm only next to him. Any attempt on my part to leave the house, even a trip to the store, ended in a scandal. Work is a separate issue. He called a hundred times a day, came, checked. It was terrible.

I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me go. I endured too much and in the end stayed with him, because the years were passing, and I needed to give birth. But after the birth of the child, everything only got worse. His jealousy increased, and I was ready to run anywhere, just not to be with him.

He started to show aggression, even towards our child. It was unbearable. I thought about divorce, but he threatened suicide and said that he did not want to share the child. I believed him and endured. Now our daughter already sees how we quarrel and fight. It hurts me, but I understand that I cannot leave.

I love my daughter, but her similarity to her husband, both in appearance and character, sometimes drives me crazy. My daughter, like her father, is emotional and hot-tempered. I see how much he loves her, and I endure all this for my daughter. But how much more can I endure?