I wasn't going to update here, until I have something to update, like an actual proactive "I've done this thing", but I haven't really. I decided I would anyway, because my head is churning over constantly and it might make more sense written down!
I went to see the solicitor. It was useful, definitely, and now there are no more excuses or hurdles - apart from the big one. The one where I ask him to leave.
Finally, I have realised that I need to put the oxygen mask on myself - after years of trying to give it to him to put on and starving myself of life. He will either find his own oxygen mask, or he won't, but I can't give him mine.
I want this to be over so I can start to feel all the feelings that I have buried - I want to feel the sadness, the anger, the grief for what should have been - even the grief for my mother (she died when my son was 4 months old, so between him and my alcoholic husband there was no time for me to 'feel' the grief for her passing). And I want to live, and have a happy life with my DS.
But he has to go first and he definitely won't do that unless I tell him to.
So, I have a plan - I tell him to move out. He either will, or he won't, he'll dig his heels in, or he'll be angry or remorseful or all things at once. I can't predict these things (eeeek, living with an alcoholic makes you controlling, I'm so reliant on being able to plan plan plan and I can't!)
If he refuses to go, then he gets a solicitors letter and we start the ball rolling. At that point - if it happens - he'll get nasty - I have no doubt about that.
Finding the words to tell him to move out feels so difficult, but I will find them. I have to.