It all started while the tornado warnings were scrolling across the tv screen. I noticed some time ago that he using again and over using his methadone. So I could see his glassy eyes and sweaty forehead while frantically looking for a flash light and other stuff. I got up to get dressed cause I knew we were going to have to leave the apartment for better shelter. Then he started yelling at me to hurry and pissed cause of whatever.i told him dont start yelling at me like .. Anyway ya'll know the typical story. I knew things were going to escalate so I told him I wasn't going with him. So as usual im a stupid fucking bitch and he leaves. Then he came back with come on hon lets go yada yada and I was like no you need to go take care of your mother I aint goin. He left. Then he came back. Same conversation. So I came to my room. He followed. Insisting that I go with as the storms were treacherous. No! I said. I would rather die here alone than to go with you. Word are exchanged. He flies off the handle and kickes my computer desk pushes me off the bench and as I stand up he pushes me into the wall. The takes it out on the tv. Walks out and says he wants my stupit bitch ass out. The whole time I was numb no reaction no response just numb. Not 30 seconds later he's on the phone talking away how were gonna ride it out taking all kinds of credit and how ain't scared of this shit. I want out. But I am not financially set. I know see how he flipped from rage to laughing in 30 seconds I won't make it alive And he will end up Iin prison. I want out. I've done this for 15 years and my family im sure is tired of hear8ng about it. Hell im tired too. Real tired. Today was the first time that I wanted to just fuckin die. Just end it. Im tired. My shoulder armd and neck hurt and im just patheic.