Butterflybella, I am as well stuck in your situation, possibly worse. He's a Marine with Combat rel. PTSD. When we first met everything was great! I got him to quit smoking (a long drawn-out process). I got him to slow down on his drinking. Making sure everything was headed in the right direction... Then around 6 months ago he started sleeping a lot. Over 12hrs at a time, just staying up until 5am and waking up at 5-7pm... and he started going out to bars again and playing poker. He kept drinking more and more each time. I tried talking to him about this but nothing came of it. He then got mentally abusive, but ONLY when he was drunk. He would come home and tell me to "STFU" when I'd say "hey honey", and tell me how much he doesn't like me and then he'd flip like a switch and tell me how much he loves me. I knew it was because of the alcohol and PTSD just causing an acute bipolar. About 3 months ago, it got physical. He came home drunk and I was asleep and just because I wouldn't get up to fix his plate (the food being already cooked and warm on the stove), he tried choking me while calling me a b***h. It was physical in that way a for few more times throughout the last few months... It just happened more and more, but only when he came home from the bar drunk. I knew it wasn't my fault and neither was it his... So I stayed with him. Well a few weeks ago he was playing poker and lost a few hundred bucks so he started smoking again. When I confronted him, he got so angry at me he slapped me a few times. But somehow I feel this reason to stay with him; to help him. Well tonight was it. He came home extra late and more drunk than I've ever seen him. I was asleep of course when he started yelling in my ear to get up and go fix him a plate (once again a warm meal but on a plate in the oven; I was sort of prepared that he'd want me to fix a plate). I told him to stop yelling, as we have neighbors we live in an apartment, and his food was in the oven, already plated. He then came to eat and turned the light on, while I am trying to sleep. Fed up, I told him to go to the living room to eat, then come to bed. He then grabbed me by my hair and arm tossed me to the floor, kicked me in the side/rib area, and proceeded to get me out of the room, yelling at me to go to the other room not him. Scared shitless, *If I may*, I grabbed a golf club as protection, as he was following me angrily. I then was crying and he was yelling and took the club from me and threw it... He went to his safe and grabbed the samurai sword I had previously bought him for his birthday and threatened me with it. He completely destroyed the couch as I sat on it panicking. He then took it to the walls and near my head. Afterwards he went back to his safe and got his gun, an M16 and proceeded to yell and ask me where my heart was and scared as to what was next I just pointed to my heart and he pushed the barrel of his rifle to my chest screaming at me and then went back and forth threatening with gun and sword. He was swinging the sword so much he broke the glass around the bulb. I was scared out of my mind. He then made me make him some other food as his first plate was knocked over in the first rustle. After he ate and sobered up a little he was so sweet, apologising and telling me how much he loves me. I am laying in bed with him. As I type, he is snoring. I don't have a vehicle, as we share. And I'm scared shitless *If I may, again*. I have a huge bruise on my arm where he grabbed me in the beginning, and sore ribs. Please give me advice. I want to leave so bad. I don't deserve this. But he can't help what he's going through. And he can't handle it alone, that's for sure. Please give me advice. I need help! Normal females in regular loving relationships don't understand. Please, I'm begging!