This is a long story, please be patient with me. I met my husband 18 years ago. I got pregnant after 2 months into the relationship, he said that we should make a go of it but that if I wanted to then I would have to move to his town 40 miles away, I knew that I'd miss my family but decided it would be best for the baby. Things ticked along OK but it became clear that he resented my family & it became an issue if I wanted to visit them. By the time we had our second child was born, which we planned, I felt incredibly isolated, this led to me being medicated, eventually I was diagnosed with reactive clinical depression, also around this time my parents separated. When my youngest was a year & a half old we got married & then the proverbial really did hit the fan. He was outspoken to me all the time about my family, telling me that they didn't care about me & that they made me do things & argue back with him etc.. Soon after I was given shock therapy under section, he couldn't take time off work so in this instance my family were drafted in to look after me. Unfortunately this therapy didn't do much good. On heavy medication, I fell pregnant. My husband was very unhappy about it & the doctors advised that the baby could have serious health problems due to the medication. Ultimately I felt pressured into having an abortion, soon after I took an overdose. This led to psychiatric counselling where I was abused by the consultant who was later convicted & imprisoned when a former patient came forward. I denied any abuse. Anyway things ticked along, I saw various counsellors, I even got up the courage to ask for relationship counselling which we went to together, this ended when we couldn't afford it any longer but I just felt like he used the sessions to advertise my shortcomings to the counsellor. He would do the talking & it was a one man show. In 2004 I felt that I couldn't carry on any longer, I love my kids very much & chose to ask for a divorce over ending it all. This was a terrible time, he was aggressive & refused to leave the house. None of my family were allowed in & the house was watched by his family. My parents were back together and living in another country so they felt very far away. After the divorce nisi came through my husband came to me in tears, pleading & begging that he loved me. He said that we should have a fresh start, move to where my parents were living, even try for another baby. So we moved countries & things were good for a while. But here I am 4 years later, my kids & I are not allowed an opinion, he is angry all the time & now I cannot even walk around a supermarket with my sister. The other day my daughter told me that when she is old enough to leave home she will not come back to see me as she doesn't want to see what I will become. I don't know what to do. I cannot go through the process of asking for a divorce again, the thought of it scares me witless. I really do feel fit for nothing but the funny farm again. I tell myself that I love him & that I can't be on my own. Help me please.