I'm a 41-year-old christian wife and mother of two young children. We attend a church of God where my husband's step-dad is the Associate Pastor, and his mom is the worship leader/piano player. He grew up as a preacher's kid, and everyone but him has said 'he's called to preach'. We have been married for nine years. We met at a River of Life church in Florida, but now we live in Arkansas. When I met him, he appeared to be a God-fearing christian, praising God with arms uplifted at the front of the church. I found out later he had a little brush with the law, but now the charges of burglary have been expunged. I should have seen the red flags when I met him, because the day we were to be married, he snapped at me, yelling and making me cry... but I married him anyway. He has had temper issues, but has never hit me. In our first year of marriage in Florida, he snuck around and smoked pot. He would hide it from me, and when I found out, he would apologize and say he would quit, but would always go back to it. Today, in Arkansas, after nine years of marriage, he still smokes, but with no shame, he does it right in front of me, and the kids, in the house, in the living room, while playing his xbox game, no matter how much I say "go outside" til I'm blue in the face. His response is "turn that fan on, open that window". He has no concept of "we're in a confined small mobile home, turning a fan on or opening a window will not remove all the toxins in the air". It's almost like he doesn't care. He had a job interview the other day, and drank some flush before it, but the next day, he was rolling one up and smoking all over again. Oh, and his 21 year old nephew is his new BFF, who smokes pot with him here in our house, plays xbox modern warfare games nonstop. I am a prisoner in my own home. I have to retreat to my bedroom, bathroom or kids room to escape the cigarrette and marijuana smoke. I know God will deliver him, but when? I'm so sick of waiting. He also deals pot some out of our home, and keeps his "small supply" in our kitchen cabinet by the fridge. No shame whatsoever. he laughs it off when I say something, or throws my weight gain in my face. That is not a good analogy at all. I gave birth to two children, and gained a significant amount of weight. Getting the weight off is a struggle, but to me, not a sin. He makes fat jokes. He says I am committing the sin of gluttony. I don't overeat, I just don't have an active exercise routine. I don't exercise at all, although I should. I want to leave, but trying to stay committed to the marriage. His family tell me to just pray and he'll change. I feel like he never will.