My husband is a homophobic sexist and he won’t change. My children are gay.

[Removed]<br><br>Have you ever had to sit your kids down to tell them that someone they loved wasn’t a good person? Except they’re only ten and thirteen, and everything I say about their father will be dismissed since they are cookie cutter male incels who hate me and my daughter. So I get up and go make dinner. <br><br>I used to be a nice person. I had to be. My family was so big, and my parents were so mean. My sister died when I was young, and it was a long and painful death. They didn’t even attend the funeral. <br><br>I found solace in school. I found solace in life, and then my dad died when I was barely fourteen. My mother basically drove me out of the house when I was fifteen, with no job and no money and no family but my dead sister. I don’t know why I didn’t end up a drunk ass homeless woman. I took all of my things in a garbage bag and walked into the local diner. And I was given a job. And it was there that I met the love of my life. <br><br>He was bold, and beautiful. Sweet, smart, and caring. He was so genuinely in love with me that I forgot how to ignore him. We spent years together, and we finally had two beautiful boys. They were perfect. But my sister was always there, and I missed her so much it hurt. When I had my daughter I almost died, and I didn’t see her until weeks later. Her big brothers were so happy to have a little sister, and I was so happy to have her. Why did she have to happen like that? <br><br>And then they grew up, and I was happy. I was the happiest woman alive until my husband told me our sons were gay and that our daughter wasn’t pretty enough to have boyfriends. And he told our sons that being gay was wrong. I was so livid. I only got to enjoy that pride I’d been building up for two decades for two days, before they became disgusted with themselves and ashamed. And then my daughter realized that she was too fat to be loved. And I just let them go through that because I had to put up with their father for twenty years and I didn’t want to leave. <br><br>And then I found out he slapped my baby girl because she got a short haircut and he told her she looked like a dyke. I didn’t do anything. I just cleaned up her tears and sat her in front of the TV. And then I found out he’s been calling my sons faggots behind my back. I just shook my head and went to sleep. <br><br>I’ll never leave him. I hate people who leave each other. Except that now I hate him. And as much as I hate leaving, I don’t know what to do. I’m so afraid to wake up tomorrow. I don’t want my children to suffer for my sake. <br><br>I’m just so tired. I’m so tired of everything. I just want to go home. I just want to go back in time and take a different path. I want to be able to wake my sister up tomorrow and tell her all my secrets. I am so tired of my husband. I just want to be able to fix everything. I want my kids to be okay. I want me to be okay.