Hurricane season - the eye of the storm

So it's been chaos. After posting last week I asked my husband to leave. I didn't really care where he went. I simply could not get myself to do the "let's pretend thing". He left.
I had for all intensive purposes asked him to please just leave me ALONE - just for 2 weeks. Just so I could calm down, think things through and maybe find some forgiveness, inner peace. He didn't. The pleading, emotional and verbal abuse and the nagging (really don't think you can call it anything else) did not stop.
I went to Barberton this weekend and it was a really good weekend. Except of course for my husband phoning........
Then of course guess who awaits me at home? No come on guess? Seriously you can't guess? Let me give you a hint. It's a deaf man, who can't see beyond himself and his own pathetic earthly needs. Still don't get it? OK fine, it was my husband.
He now occupies the guest room. He is determined to within the next 21 days prove to me that he has miraculously changed into a perfect being. On asking why 21 days - he replied it seemed like a good number. Now seriously - is it just me? Or does anyone else find this...I don't know, somewhat off? He attempted to anoint me and my daughter last night. I stopped him because I believe that he has no idea what he is doing messing around in the spiritual world on that level, pretending to do God's will. Just so you know Pete - I read my Bible, unfortunately the "end of time" does not provide a particularly immediate solution to my severe situation.
I can understand why women and children are murdered by fathers and husbands and boyfriends. They don't have the law to help them - I mean like a piece of paper is really going to stop him from coming near you. They really get hammered by their families who cannot understand why they don't just do something. I have done plenty of things - none of them worked. Plus I can't just leave, I have to consider my daughter in all this as well.
Today I find myself in the eye of this storm. I see the crazy blizzard of friends, family, my husband and colleagues with all their best intentions, motives and opinions flying by. And I don't care. I don't. I hate the subject, I hate being forced to decide. I hate the fact that I have no control over any of this. I hate the fact that I am so numb with fear that I believe I have no options. I am angry. I am sad. And I know the next step forward will be out of the eye - and straight into hurricane season. Perhaps I'll hang around here for just a bit longer. I need to get my strength up. The time for being nice have now officially passed.