Imagine Yellowstone on a small scale. He’s a Dutton. I’m not sneaking away from anything around here

He loves playing with the kids. And loves on them. But when he gets in his dark place and everything is my fault. He blames me for having them. And blames his depression on me and his hateful feelings toward them on me. No matter what he did to me. It would never make me hate my kids. He’s done a lot for me. He got me out of a financial hole when we first got together, and has since never let me forget it. And how I’d still be there if it wasn’t for him. And I’ll Be there again without him. Idk how to leave and make sure my kids get what they need too. And ironically my in laws are the best. And would help me with absolutely anything. I can’t take them from their loving grandparents