Just that really. Twenty five years of picking up after DH and I’m on the verge of being done. This weekend he’s left the back doors unlocked for 2 nights, he’s last to bed and lets dog out for a wee but somehow it’s not his fault. He’s tidied the kitchen brilliantly including washing the DC water bottles, I open the Tupperware drawer and water bottles and take away containers literally just chucked in. Is the Tupperware drawer a metaphor or the final straw? How do you know when you’re done? Youngest DC is 2 years away from Uni and I’ve always thought I could hang on until then but I just want to cry. Crying is unlike me as I thought I’d become totally unemotional about it all. The kids are happy, he’s a great provider and dad, but parenting him for years has killed our relationship. Every morning he wakes up, throws the duvet back exposing me and so it begins. Why can’t he pull the duvet back over me? I honestly don’t think it’s a malicious or controlling thing, he just doesn’t see or understand what he’s done. No sex for years, I literally couldn’t do it with him.