When does the cycle end?

I go through it everyday. Every morning he starts with a rhetorical question that I obviously have no answer to, or could never answer correctly. Which then triggers a war of words. Which by way his favorite for me is "STUPID". Yes folks the name my husband calls me to my face is stupid. You are stupid. If you weren't so stupid, if only you had sense. Sadly, it's rubbed off on me and trickled down to my kids who don't always make the brightest choices. Is that my excuse? No. Here's the thing. The kids are a pawn in the cycle. When serving them, I have no say so in instructing them whatsoever. Should I give instruction it's rebutted with another rhetorical question, statement to them allowing them to refuse to comply with my request, or blatant just calling me "stupid". And this is everyday. Breakfast time, dinner time, bedtime. The same cycle. It's worse when the children are ill. Then his highness assumes all medical titles known to man. Physician, Specialist, Pharmacist, Pysciatrist, Nutritionist, herbalist, and most importantly Doctoral Dictator for all known ailments. It is exhausting. Last night we fought about whether or not our child should go play while ill with a virus. All while doing a tug of war with said child. It is a daily occurrence to which his highness proclaimed me "a parasite sucking the financial wealth from his children". I believe that term was coined by his evil sister. But seriously when does the cycle end? Is he tired of Effin with me every cursed day??? Give it a bloody rest. How much of an asshole can you be? Yes, I name call very well behind his back.