My husband and I have known each other for three years, we live together for six months, we have a small son of 2 years old. When I became pregnant, he said that he did not have anything and the child does not need him yet, after which we stopped talking. Six months ago he called and said that he can not live without us, he loves me, I believed him, because I myself love him very much. We played a wedding, we began to live together. And immediately began to swear every day because of trivia: he constantly criticized everyone and everyone, he does not like everything, he alone is the right one, and all the rest are nobody. Constantly grumbling, everything in this life does not suit him, he started smoking anasha. I was very annoyed, I tried to object to him, but he said - I was smoking and will smoke.
Every day less and less began to pay attention to us, disappearing somewhere with friends in the evenings. I rolled up scandals, to which he swore that more of this would not happen again, he would change, but everything was repeated and repeated again.
At first he worked, he tried to provide us somehow, but then laziness began to work for him. Recently I asked him why he does not pay attention to me, why he is not gentle with me, to which he replied: you have everything to tend to tenderness, and you got me with your kisses. I was very upset, because to show your love is always necessary, so that a person understands that he is loved.
Yesterday they were with the son in the hall, I was sitting in the bedroom, then my son called me. When I came into the hall, my son pointed to the balcony, I looked, and our child threw all his toys down. I turned to my husband, as you watched my son, that all the toys on the street turned out to be, he answered: he looked like that. I asked him to go out and collect all the toys, and he said: you need - you go and pack, I do not need them. I had to go with my son and collect toys together.
Today my husband said that he needs to go with friends to the account of cannabis, I naturally did not want him to go, and he said: at least in horror, though I do not care, I will still go. Turned and went, I said: now the son will wake up - I too will leave, and he answered: try only to leave, I will find you and cut off your head. And left.
Now I sit and write here to you, help, please, what to do. I would gladly leave, but I have nowhere to go. A couple of months ago my mother left for another city, I have neither brothers nor sisters, and I do not know how to find a way out.