Until almost 3 hours ago I thought everything was fine, but I received the biggest stab (symbolic) from my husband. I'm having problems with compulsions, and at the beginning of the week he fought with me so badly and at the end he said to me with shaking hands: are you afraid of me? I replied: - yes, then he said that it was supposed to be that the day I took his money to spend on OCD (which by the way he doesn't really believe in mental illnesses), you will meet the person that only my enemies know, and he further reinforced, you can imagine anything. At the same time I thought if I have a relapse he will hit me, he put his finger in my face and shouted a lot, wow, just thinking about it makes me want to cry. The day before yesterday he apologized for the offensive words and said he wanted us to be okay. Today I gathered courage and told him: please don't say what you said to me that day, I thought you were going to hit me. He replied I wasn't going to hit you, I was going to gather your things and return you to your parents. After almost 20 years of marriage. Whole sh**, this broke my heart in a way, seriously, it hurts. I'm visually impaired and I have an abusive relationship with my mother, I can't be alone, he was going to return me, like a defective product. I need my independence back, to know how to manage on my own, even with low vision, depression and fibromyalgia. I refuse to go back to my mother's house, who defended my pedophile brother. My son saw his father fighting with me and after I came to the room he didn't even ask how I was. The fight took place in the morning and I didn't see my son that day, living in the same house. I have nobody. I've always been a good person and now that I'm not well, I might be discarded. It's fucked up.