The ending of things took place over a couple of months. He didn't speak to me for the best part of a month - March. Towards the end of that time I was away for a few days at a conference - I was at uni at the time and retraining for a new career, the conference was part of that. I was in a safe place, with people I trusted and who supported me. I confided in a couple of people and it was when I was away that I decided the marriage was at an end. He had been abusive in many ways for pretty much the whole marriage. I decided to wait until after my exams in May, then to tell him.
I reckon he saw a change in me, and as I started to plan my escape, he started to work towards reeling me back in. What had worked before was for him to say it was all over, and I'd dance round and say that I'd change and it would all be ok. Having decided I was going, I was much better able to see what he was thinking and doing.
The day before my first exam, when I was in the midst of studying, he decided he needed a night out, so I couldn't go to the library as planned. OK. I studied at home, at the kitchen table. He came in, late, and started talking to me about one of the books I was surrounded by. As he was talking, I picked the book up, and glanced at the blurb on the back of it. He stopped talking. I looked up and he had a right go at me for not looking at him when he was speaking to me. Emboldened by the fact that I knew I was leaving him, I very mildly pointed out that very often when I was speaking to him, he actually left the room. Why was that ok for him to do, but not ok for me to glance at the book he was speaking about? He paused for a bit, then said ... "because I'm a man"!
He then made himself something to eat, put the dirty dish in the sink and went to bed. I did some more studying then went to bed. On the bus to uni the next morning, for my exam, I got a text from him saying that the dish he put in the sink the night before was still there when he got up in the morning, that he'd had enough and would be seeing a lawyer about a divorce. I sat my exam, then in the afternoon I made an appointment to see a lawyer about a divorce.
That evening, neither of us said anything much until our DS was in bed, then I asked him if he had been to see a lawyer. He hadn't. I said that I had been in touch with a lawyer and that I agreed with him that things weren't working out, and that we should get divorced.
He wept.
I didn't.