Also, I wanted to update everyone on my situation.
Having had lots of positive feedback from others about the benefits of leaving whilst the kids are little, I packed my bags, bundled them into the car, and drove to my other house (the one I rented when I originally left my H before Xmas).
When I left, I wasn't sure for how long - a few days or longer. It's my DD birthday on Sunday (she'll be 3) and my eldest has things on at nursery next week (sports day, a school visit and a graduation ceremony - I know from nursery.... he got a third (joking!) so I was concerned about the upheaval of staying away longer. I think I realise that there's always going to be something on, and as my H had a relapse of his drinking last weekend, and shouted names at my DS (5) I had a reason to leave.
I spoke to my H - he said when you coming home, I said I didn't know - he started shouting "You don't know - what do you mean you don't know" I said -"well, you got drunk at the weekend, and called DS a shithouse and you never said sorry, showed any remorse or contrition". He argued back "One slip up and you do this to me! I took my eye off the ball for one night and this happens". He was pleading "Don't do this again. What about school? What about DD birthday? What about Father's Day?"
He said "If you don't come home, I'm coming up" I said "Please don't do that" Then he said "I'll get my mum and Dad to come up then" I said "No".
He put the phone down on me.
Then I had 1 and a half hours of fear as it takes that long to drive here from our "family" home. In this time, my MIL phoned me pleading with me to "Come home - please come home" And that "H is devastated. He's heartbroken" I told her that for me, the spark had gone between me and H and that if it wasn't for the kids, I wouldn't have gone back in February.
Anyhow. Noone arrived.
I feel so much more relaxed in my other house. It is close to my parents, and I have lovely friends here too. I was socially isolated in my "family" home, though it was close to my PILs.
So that's me taken a bold step to leaving.
Now the doubt starts. The guilt.
But I was miserable. I spent a lot of time at home feeling anxious or weeping, and couldn't concentrate on looking after my kids, so I felt I was neglecting them. I just couldn't forget or forgive the things that he had done to me in the past. Even though the drinking had changed, his old ways were slipping back.
At least I have my family here to support me. My H hated my family - especially my Mum which was really difficult for me. And we had spent time discussing it at marriage counselling, and he did acknowledge how hard it was for me.
My MIL particularly colluded with her son. Last week she said "Oh well everyone's allowed a blowout" Maybe so, but not when you're a violent, abusive drunk.
Anyhow. That's where I am!