Yelled at again

I just do not know what to say - there is no room for mistake, hormones or grief. I get yelled at for any lapse in language, telling a pregnancy joke to a group of friends, when someone that works with my husband is there. I am so fucking sick of getting yelled at. I am so fucking sick of crying. The only thing that keeps me here is my son's love for his dad. My sliver of love for him feels so slight that it would be so easy to break that tie and - RUN. That is what people to do my husband - they run from him. Once you actually know him, love him - he is a walking trainwreck of a human being who does not care if he hurts you.