When I say abuse, I mean many things. I have been choked, punched (black eye), had my hair pulled out, been shoved down and kicked while pregnant, and the list goes on. I filed a domestic violence injuction. He was court ordered for anger management and medication. I forgave him and droped the charges. I then had to back down~ pretty much never disagree with him to keep him from hitting me again. I took the submisive verse in the bible and went a bit overboard, I became a door mat. Everything became my fault. He continued to yell at me, and degrade me, then appoligise me. It has been 10 years now. He pushes the children, pulls their hair, pinches them, and tells them they are bad chiildren and that he does not love them. He then laughs and says he is just kidding. The children will cower when he raises his hand at them. They beg me not to tell him if they did something wrong. He has bipolar and will not take his medication. I left 2 months ago. He had a fit (I left while he was at work) and threatened all kind of things. Now he says God has changed him, that he has never had true heart knowledge, only head knowledge. My children have suffered greatly at the hands of their father. The day I left was very hard. I had packed up the day before, and then unpacked (I do not want to disobey God) and then packed again and left. The last straw was when he was wresteling with the kids and bit one, hard. He left marks on her arm. This has happened many times before. I had taken the stance of this was his relationship with his kids and I should not interfere. But that night it was too much. She was on the floor, curled up crying. Another child, 3yo, came up to him to ask a question, he raised his hand and acted as if he was going to hit her. She cowered down and hid under the table. He then chased her, draged her out and told her she was going to get a spanking because she was bad (she had done nothing wrong, only tried to ask a question). I objected, asking him to put her down, and said that she is not bad. He turned around and glared at me (for anyone ever physically abused, you know the look they get before you are beaten) and told me that I cannot tell him how to handle his children. I then turned and saw my 6yo curled up on the floor crying, my 9yo scared and crying on the couch, and my 1yo standing, staring. God removed the veil. Had I stayed, I don't think I would be here today. Talking to my husband now, he agrees. But he says he is changed now. I am going to lpn school. He always had me "trapped", his words, not mine before. I had no way to leave or support the kids. He is scared that I will graduate and no longer have to stay with him. I just don't trust him.