I don't want anyone who reads this to think that frank is a complete monster and that my life is hell. Things are extremely difficult at times but they are also particularly wonderful at other moments.
We all had a lovely Christmas, mostly due to Frank. He has more enthusiasm than I do for the whole thing.
Things are generally getting better here. Frank has had occasional out bursts but we have managed to deal with them before things have gotten insane. He hasn't hit me once since our last big fight.
We have managed to talk more and Frank has been more receptive to my thoughts on his behaviour and attitude patterns. He really has tried harder lately and life has improved.