|Oh dear me. It is probable that the only thing more depressing than reading your piece would be having to live it. If this is even within rock-throwing distance of what you experience you have my deepest sympathies. Where did you learn to accept abuse? You do not have to live that way.
We humans have a tremendous ability to accept and cope with bad treatment, especially when it comes on gradually. The thought process probably goes something similar to, "Well, that's mean but he (or she) is tired and they mean well." And it goes on until one is lost. I know. Been there, done that, got the T shirt.
In the first paragraph, third from the last line you use the word sorted. You probably meant "sordid" which may not fit what you meant.
I got a bit confused trying to find four kids--not that it matters one whit. The picture comes through loud and clear.