No wonder guys in jail bulk up

I am truly enjoying my workout routine. For a period of an hour or two I get to exercise. Release some frustration. Look at other people. Watch some TV on the treadmill or bike without the guilt of feeling like a loafer. While my children have the chance to interact with other children and exercise themselves. It is truly a blessing. Though my spouse still comes home at whatever hours he likes making it difficult for me to be employed. I enjoy the quiet hours before his return when the kids and I can eat together without the tension, or the constant bickering, without the yelling, without name calling, without him telling them "you don't like that" or " you don't want to eat what mommy makes cause it's yucky". For the past several days life in this marital prison has been wonderful. I thought about life with my kids living on our own away from him. I so badly want a divorce. I so badly want a place of my own. I think our lives would be happier. Our lives would be a bit more carefree. How does one live in such a miserable state day in and day out? Prisoners often turn to exercise to release tension and stress. I spoke to my father yesterday. I tried to explain what had been going on. But just like my spouse he barely let me finish a sentence, agreed with all his actions, and then told me to call again if I ever wanted to talk. Talk? or let him do all the talking? My goodness, I often wonder why I even bother to contact either my parents, though they've come a long way since my childhood, their relation is just not I wanted for myself. But I can say this. When my spouse refuses to give me what I want especially when I ask for so little, I don't mind so much. I get to workout. I get 2 hours of freedom that feels so good. I thank God for the little things that bring joy to my life. Now that's what I call surviving.