@Rosemary10,
Rosemary, I get why some are saying they don't know the whole story, but you have to ask yourself if you want this type of life until one of you dies. He actually is comfortable with his behavior, doesn't intend to change, and is punishing you for something that probably happened in his childhood. Bottom line, if you have been living like this for 22 years, I doubt it will suddenly change. It's time to take care of Rosemary, thats been on the back burner far too long. I was in a dreadful marriage for 4 years, I was just about stripped of self respect, and he used every chance to deny me a compliment or say anything remotely kind. I am 5' 6" and weighed about 110 lbs. I'd ask him if a certain skirt looked ok with a dark sweater, he said the skirt made my ass look big (that's how he would talk to me). He started talking about the stylish short haircuts on the women he worked with, he mentioned it so often I started to think my long hair was dated, so I asked if my style was dated and he cheerfully acknowledged, yes it makes you look matronly, I was 25. I was too young and trusting to believe he would ever tell me something that would make me feel uncomfortable, he was my husband so he loved me and would tell me the truth.
I didn't recognize the systematic way he was breaking me down, plus I truly believed marriage was forever. Like I said, I was young and trusting. One of the worst nights of my life turned out to be my way out, before I realized I needed to get out. We had been to a party with my coworkers, arrived home, paid the sitter and when she left all hell broke out. He was convinced I had a boyfriend and wanted a divorce so so he raged for three hours, tearing the drapes off the wall, broke all the pots of house plants on the kitchen floor, dirt and plants everywhere. I got him calmed down and began to clean up the dirt and plants. Moved the ripped drapes and it was almost dawn. I was exhausted and deeply confused so I walked into the living room and began to lay down on the sofa trying to make sense of all of it. No sooner did my head rest on the sofa, I heard the bolt being pulled back on the M16 he kept (stole) from his time in the military. I sat straight up and looked down the hall and he had it sticking in his mouth outlined by the light beginning in early dawn.
I didn't know what the smart thing would be, but I began down the hall, talking as calmly as possible asking him to put the gun down. He finally slumped over on his side and dropped the weapon on the floor. I hurried in to grab the gun but when I got my hands on it he suddenly got up and grabbed the weapon back. At that point I felt my body get rubbery and I passed out. When I came to, he was dressed and had our baby getting ready to have his hand X-rayed because he broke his hand against those old style plaster walls.
He refused to leave the baby with me, and then it went really nuts. Of all places he decided to go, he went right to my parents. I was sitting in the dining room when the phone rang. It was my mother, and all said was "Janice, what the hell happened there last night?" Don had left to go to the hospital, Mom urged him to leave the baby with her until he could get the cast on. I left the house immediately and never went back to that house again. Well, 3 times to get clothes, crib and eventually move the furniture out, but never ever in the house with him.
Explaining that to my mother made me realize how impossible my situation was. I will say I was frightened about how I would support myself and son, but it worked out. You just have to do it. Your husbands lie he is emotionally abusing you, my husband went off the chats.
All I can really tell you is that if I stayed and tried to work on our problems I would probably dead many years already. The divorce initially did not make me happy, but it was a huge weight off my shoulders. I managed to live a much more satisfactory life and eventually remarried, that has worked well for us. No games, no punishments, and I doubt your situation will change thru any effort on his part, so make improvements for yourself and children and don't look back.
Sorry about the long story, but I hate to see people strive to please the person who is unappeasable. My recommendation is to lose home before you lose yourself. Life is too short to be unhappy.