sleepless nights, painful days, and a toddler

Do you ever wonder when there will be a good day?  I have been in a miserable marriage for several years now, and have been blessed with 2 beautiful, and adorable children.  My toddler is absolutely gorgeous, and not saying it because I am the mother, but incredibly its true.  I honestly, don't believe I've met a better looking child in my life.  My second child is absoluely the cuddlest most adorable child in history.  But, cue the villan music, my toddler is driving me up the wall. My toddler wakes up screaming, throws tantrums every waking second, says no to everything, throws things, won't eat, won't nap when told to, won't listen to instructions, and I know this sounds like the typical 2 year old, but what compounds to my toddler woes is the great divide between my spouse and I.  I mentioned already I was in a miserable marriage.  I can't tell you how much I simply dislike my spouse.  I mean he is quite honestly the biggest shithead known to man.  He has absolutely no manners, does and says what he pleases to me at any given time. and makes it worse he tell my child to do the absolute opposite of what I tell my toddler to do.  What made it worse was when his drug addict teenage daughter from another relationship suddenly showed up one day.  I was livid.  I wasn't told she would be moving here nor was I told the reason for the presence in my home.  But to add insult to injury the shithead then has the nerve to ask me if I can pick up his lazy, good for nothing teenager from school.  Keep in mind she was expelled from her last school for drug possession and her mother felt it in her best interest to Move out of state and to our home.  What pisses me off more is that this shit head has oustanding medical bills for my kids, but paid $800 for a plane ticket for his even bigger shit head teenager to come here for a week.  Yes, I said a week.  You the imbecile I'm married to has been doing this ping-pong bullshit with his babymama for 17years.  His daughter gets in trouble her mom sends her away, the brat throw a tantrum, and the babymama asks for her back.  That was fine when he was single but not when he has a wife and kids.  Not only does this dumb ass think it ok to continue doing this stupidshit, but he willingly offered to drive his babymama and his shithead teenager to their hotel.  But I can't get a ride home when I was stranded.  Yesterday he bought a brand new flat screen TV, but when the EMS people called him about the final notice on an outstanding bill, he completely ignored it and told me he doesn't have the money but he walks into the house this morning with $200 worth of groceries we didn't need.  I mean stupid things, like 10 bags of hawaiian bread sold at Walmart for $4.89 a piece.  and guava juice.  There's more, but if I were to list out the items purchased you'd realize he doesn't shop for the family he shops for himself.  Anyway, back to the story about the rotten teenager.  His daughter has the nerve to feel its unjustifiable that we punish her while here. Throws several fits and then says to us that we aren't on the same page, and its hard to know who to listen to.  Well, guess what.  The first day she was in my house, I told her she needed to change her clothing because she was not going tot school looking like a street walker.  Her clothes were far too tight, and she looked like a cheap mess.  But the shit head comes home and asks why she's so dressed up.  I tell him in comparison to what she had on it was an improvement.  Then when I get her up at 6AM, this brat has the nerve to ask why she's been woken up so early?  I'm dumbfounded as to why this hoodrat thats here with a criminal record feel she is entitled to tell me when she should get up, etc.  I mean I am flabbergasted.  The nerve, and this dime store hooker to think she can come into my home and turn my life even more loose than it already was.  My toddler takes all this in and behaves even worse because she sees that her sister is allowed to do as she pleases.  And her father has no respect for what it is I say.  So, as before but 50 times worse, she acts a plum fool everywhere we go.  I have tried spanking, I have tried yelling, I have tried time out, and I have tried crying, and frankly nothing is working.  I'm praying she'll grwo out of it, but I am tired of waiting for things to improve.  My next step is super nanny.  But, that won't change the fact that I am still married to a shithead.  By the way, I apologize for all the profanity used today, but I am so frustrated with all that has gone on, and the fact I have no control over my life.  I simply can't muster any positive or appropriate words to use to describe the horrible people in my life.