He's not gonna stop, is he?

i can threaten, i can pack, i can hate, yell, kick, scream, fight. He's never going to stop coming home drunk and angry, is he? I'm never going to be able to look at the clock after midnight without anxiety kicking in. I'm never going to just relax, without hiding/knowing where a spare change of clothes, shoes, and car keys are. As long as i live with him, i'll never be able to relax...