We were married for 12 years. We lived together in my apartment. I thought we both could do everything, but I guess I was wrong.
Once it happened that my husband raised his hand against me. He drank a lot, I hid the alcohol from him, and in a fit of rage he hit me, I fell to the floor, and he kept shouting, demanding a bottle. After that he went to his father, came back drunk, but I did not understand that he was in such a state and let him into the house.
As soon as he came in, he was shouting at the children to sit down for their lessons. In 2 minutes, he was angrily calling them to the table. The younger one was scared, crying, the older one tried to calm him down.
I threatened that I would file for divorce if he behaved like that. I even sat down to write a statement. He snatched the sheet from my hands and threw it out the window. Then he had the audacity to say that he would take the boys away from me. But how was he going to do it?
When he calmed down relatively, he asked the older one to go with him to the store to buy vodka. I pretended that I was going with him. When we left the apartment, I quickly went back inside and closed the door.
At first he was hysterical, screaming, but when the neighbors threatened to call the police, he calmed down and returned to my father.
In the morning my father came to me. We took the children to school, and then he took me to write a statement, because it was dangerous to go alone.
God knows, I tried to bring him back to his former life, I tried all means, nothing helped. For the sake of peace and mental stability of my children, I was forced to take this step.
