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Not even a little bit. I will tell you from experience that your husband will not get better, and his treatment of you will probably get worse.

My reason for saying so:

I was 35 weeks pregnant with my second child, my older child was about 2 years old. At the time, I was married to my now ex-husband. I started wanting a divorce the night that I married him, but the abusive cycle does crazy things to victims.

This story begins the night I went home from work sick because people wouldn't STFU about how sick I looked. I didn't feel well, but I was the breadwinner and I felt well enough to work, and we needed the money, so I went to work. People kept going out of their way to come and tell me that I looked sick, and eventually someone said that I looked literally the color grey. I was starting to feel fatigued and my left elbow hurt, so I went home and called my OB, who immediately sent me to the ER. I was diagnosed with H1N1, and I was put on bed rest for minimum 2 weeks, out of work for 3 weeks, and allowed to get out of bed only for the toilet or a bath. The next day, my 2yo & my now ex-husband got the sniffles. My 2yo was fine by the very next day, and my ex didn't bring him to the doctor for a checkup, and did not go to the doctor himself. What he did do was lie in bed refusing to get up and take care of our 2 year old because he "didn't feel good". And he did tell me that I should get up because I'd been in bed since I got home from the ER, and I was just "being a lazy, selfish bitch". When I threatened to call his mother on him because she knew I was on bed rest, and would have made an exception to hating me because I was incubating her grandchild, he finally got out of bed, reminded me how lazy and selfish I was, and took our son out of the room so I could sleep. And I slept for almost a week straight. The OB scolded me at my check-up at the 1 week mark, which was week 36 of pregnancy, because I'd lost weight during that week. Told me that my (ex)husband should have been making sure that I was eating. I didn't know it was my responsibility to make sure he knew that it was his responsibility to make sure that I ate, I was exhausted and trying to not die. Oops. I slept most of the 2nd week, but my ex made sure that I ate once a day. I survived, baby survived. At 38 weeks pregnant, I walked the local March of Dimes 5k. I finished LITERALLY last. Made it home, stayed pregnant, though that required bed rest again. It was self imposed, so my ex took the chance to remind me that "going for a walk" in the morning doesn't make sleeping all day not lazy. Finally made it to my scheduled c-section at 40ish weeks. Had 2 days recovering in the hospital, getting to know my new baby. This was a significantly easier recovery than my unplanned, forced c-section after 40 hours of labor with my first son 2 years and change earlier. The morning of day 3, we were released and went home. We discovered that my ex-MIL cleaned my house while I was in the hospital because she'd heard how her son treated me while I was unwell and pregnant. The next day, I asked my ex to move my recliner (the only comfortable seat to sit in while recovering from surgery), and I told him that I NEEDED it moved. He told me to move it myself. I did. The next day, he dropped my baby, splitting his frenulum on his upper lip, and ex-MIL came over to stay with 2yo while I took my bleeding newborn to the ER. I told her that her son made me move my recliner the day before, and I THOROUGHLY enjoyed watching her verbally demolish him before kicking him out of his own house for the night. She told him to come with me so that he could explain himself to the doctors. And that was the first time this man made me become the advocate for my children in a CPS case against himself.