So im trying to find the courage to call a womens shelter and it's not coming. I can't face the idea of carting three kids to a sharehouse and being in limbo. But this house is hell on earth. I just can't take the mental and emotional abuse anymore: physically I know i can take care of myself and my kids. No fear there, not really, but its unpleasant to be reduced to animal instinct. Distasteful. Internally, im a weak, fearful mess. The job didn't work out so its back to square one in that respect. I know we'd be much happier once we are out. But i can't seem to move. A shelter is the only other option but im frightened of it and can't break this paralysis. I feel like this shouldn't be happening to me and that my fate will be sealed to poverty with kids in bad schools and no hope ever of returning to comfort. I suck at the moment.

(((a4l))) - so very sorry you are stuck....my best suggestion is to continue to pray. I've always loved the slogan, when in doubt, don't. This has spoken volumes to me over and over and over again. I do fully understand your concerns and will send you positive thoughts and prayers.

(((Hugs)))

((A41)) Positive thoughts and prayers on the way

(((((((A41)))))))))),prayers for peace and comfort going out.