I just need an out!!!!

so the husband and I have been fighting again, what else is new lately. I decided the night before last I would work on trying to find somewhere for the kids and me to go for a while. I told him and of course he was like well whatever. Then today another bomb shell is dropped. Vanessa decides the is gonna start calling Jennifer mommy. For those of you reading in case you haven’t read my previous entries, Vanessa is my stepdaughter. My husband has had custody of her since she was 2 and we got married shortly after. Her mother just walked away from her. She would see her about two times a year. Then recently, about 7 years later, she decides she wants her every other weekend. We agree because it is best for Vanessa to have a relationship with her mom. After jeff and I got married vanessa decided she wanted to call me mommy because my daughter called me mommy. So we sat her down and talked to her and explained that She had mama (Jennifer) and she could call me mommy if she wanted. We were very clear that we were two different people and we both loved her very much. That was the reason for having her call us two different names. Well BITCH has decided now, years later that she wants to be called mommy. Vanessa never called her mommy before. Her two younger kids don’t call her mommy either they call her mama just like vanessa. Then Jennifer and Jennifers mom start telling vanessa I’m like the wicked stepmother on cinderella! So Vanessa comes home and tells the other kids and my four year old has been calling me wicked stepmother. I got upset and Jeff wanted to know why it bothered me because after all I’m not really her mom anyway. I am just done. I just need a way out. I need somewhere my kids and i can go and be happy. I just want the people i love to love me. I want a husband who loves me and gives me a hug or a kiss because he wants to not because I have asked him too. I want my daughter to realize growing her in her belly was the easy part. That I’m the one here being a parent and doing the hard stuff. I don’t know anymore I wish my mind would just go ahead and break. At least then I wouldn’t know the difference