I got out.
This will be short. My bios and I left the home. DH was becoming more and more unpredictable, angry, and accusatory. I was becoming a teary, nervous wreck. I'm sure the pandemic escalated things.
So I left. I have a lawyer. I'm attempting to get use of the home, and set up reasonable visitation for bios with their Dad.
I never wanted to leave because my goal was to protect my bios. But I couldn't do that as I was becoming a shell of my former self.
I'm sad, scared of how this will play out... but relieved to not be waking up in a home where I'm scared of what DH is going to do next or in front of my bios.