Finally home now.
He went back to his flat after dropping me and dc's at home, and after getting all his stuff out of the case and bin bagging them....saying that that was what I always made him do, or words to that effect.
The he went, I locked the door, and he came back ranting that I'd won and got everything I wanted, the house, his money etc. I said I had won nothing, it's not a game, and that he NNEDS to go on a perpetrator programme, at the very least, so he drove off like a madman, spinning wheels and throwing up gravel.
I woke up this morning the rheumatoid pain that had flared up over the last few days (unusual in hot places) has vanished. I know the two things are linked. Eggshell stress is uniquely difficult.
I can't live with someone who hates the world, everything in it and most of all me.
The kids have been pulled up for misdemeanors, real or imagined, poor dd told off for mispronouncing certain words....when I said leave her she only a baby still, he said, no she not she has to learn, said that I was not bringing her up properly for letting such things go. Poor ds, got told of for looking in the wrong way.
The holiday place was a "human zoo" full of "punters"......He's not one of them, he says. Actually it was wonderful, so much for the kids, fab food and accomodation, loads for the kids to do. The only thing wrong was that he was there.
I wish I could fast forward through the next few months. I know there is no hope, he is a very poorly man.