My heart is broken.

My heart is broken for my baby.Last night we got kicked out of my husband’s family home.We lived with him for 4 years. I cooked him dinner every night, I supported him, I overlooked his hideously manipulative behaviour to everyone in his household because he ‘let’ us live there. And last night while our two year old daughter slept, he screamed at us through our bedroom door to get the fuck out of his house. Because we’d decided to spend Christmas this year with MY family, the first in 3 years.He’s got a track record of violence, so we grabbed what we could and left. Now living with my family in a tiny house, with nothing.He let my husband know this morning that all of our belongings have been put in his house’s skip, and on the bonfire pile.All of our daughter’s beloved toys. All her Christmas presents we saved for months to afford. The rest of our clothes, our passports, the framed photos of our wedding and little girl.And I’m just sitting here holding her crying my eyes out that someone I considered a father could do this. Could do this to her.This Christmas she’ll have nothing. My husband can’t afford it. Those presents I agonised over, picking out what I know she’d love, that we budgeted to save for to make Christmas magical- are in the trash.He told my husband he’d never liked or trusted me, not since the time I told him to call the police as he strangled my husband during an argument. This is someone I loved and tried my best to see the best in, and to hear he’s hated me all along just makes me sick. And since that incident we’ve been outright scared of him.My head is all over the place. We don’t have the money to rent somewhere, and we can’t stay with my family for long, it’s not fair on anyone.But we can’t go back there. He’s got rid of everything.My poor baby. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2RfIvxO