Thanks, folks, and Mortified, I'm so pleased you are okay.
Ice, the situation is this: he knows he's been 'rumbled', he knows (from a lengthy letter I left on Thursday before fleeing to my mum's) that I think he is a 'selfish, cowardly, hard-faced, feeble cunt' and I do not see a future with him in it. I told him, in the letter, My intentions regarding applying for social housing near my mum's. Now, as far as he is concerned that is all there is to be said. He clearly doesn't want to be verbally thrashed by me any more and has absolutely nothing to say which could a) explain his behaviour b) excuse his vile deceit or b) make me feel better. This is why he is holed up in the farthest room in the house.
I can't honestly see that his mute isolation is anything other than sensible, given that I am capable of brutal violence and intellectual triumph in arguments (not necessarily in that order). Ugh. I'm beginning to miss the twat. Is there nothing on the fucking telly?