March madness...ain't that the truth

So, here we go again.  I have tried everything to make my marriage work, and the harder I try the more it deteriorates.  I have prayed for divine intervention, I have prayed my husband to change, I have pleaded with family, I have begged friends (or those I mistook for friends). Nothing has made any improvements in this marriage. So how do I survive the dimise of my marriage?  I have tried to ignore him.  I have tried to stay away from him in order to maintain my peace of mind, and not be reminded that he doesn't respect me, treats me like shit, has physically, and emotionally abused and scarred me, yet feels justified in his actions because when I respond or defend myself from frustration he accuses me of being verbally abusive.  Frankly, its getting old.  Who the hell invented this thing called marriage, and how often do people find their actual soulmate that they will remain with for the rest of their lives?  How long does one live with regret of marrying the wrong person?  For how long do you try to make things work?  I mean we sleep in separate rooms.  We rarely speak.  All we do is argue, and I can't believe I'm allowing a complete moron to get the best of me.  Oh by the way, let me mention what happened recently.  So, he keeps saying he's going to his sister's office to handle some paperwork.  I'm like whatever, I assume he's lying like he always does.  So, I ask him what he's going to do about the business he wanted to start... and you know what this son of a bitch says to me? He and his sister have already secured the lease for the office space, and he has now put the business in his sister's name, of course to ensure I can't claim it is our community property.  I stand there completely dumb founded, something we'd talked about since we were dating, he turns over to his sister excludes me, then tells me not to ask him a thing about his business, the name of anything of the sort.  At that point, I just laugh.  I walk away as he is yelling and carrying on. I go to my room that he has removed his things from, and I sit with my child, and pray.  I have prayed so much it feels like a complete waste of my time to do it anymore.  I know God always does what he believes is right for us, but sometimes I wonder if God puts things in our way for a reason for us to see the truth, and we ignore it because we've been coaxed into a false believe that we are meant to remain in extreme conditions for the sake of martyrdom.  My mom is a marriage martyr, and many women from years past and even today are marriage martyrs because they remained in loveless marriage, remained when their spouses cheated, they remained when their spouses beat them.  They remained when their spouses drank, did drugs, etc.  I am no saint.  I wish I could have the faith, and hope my mom did, but I don't I realize my husband is an asshole, and there's truthfully nothing I can do to change that.