Posted here before but not included the link as I've no idea how to (was 'Am I expecting too much' under the user name oldandexhausted and a post in aibu)
General opinion from you lot was not to put up with it, finally I could stand his attitude no more and last Sunday I fled! I didn't sleep Saturday night, took the time to pack all of my bits that were of value to me and I knew would be sold or thrown out if I left, I also packed our trailer with all the camping equipment and on Sunday morning a friend with a van turned up to 'help me clear some rubbish,' He and another friend loaded his van, I left a note on the kitchen table and I ran, I was woefully unprepared, I've left so much of importance behind. (Including most of sons favourite toys) everything was unloaded at a container locally that I had hired the day before and he took me to a campsite I had already chosen, by he time we got there, there were another 8 people who had answered his call for help. By the time they left everything had been done for me and the boys and I were safe and warm in our tent, I couldn't have done it without them, I was a wreck. Monday I contacted the council and they referred me to a refuge, by the time the application was processed I finally arrived here Wednesday morning. Wednesday I felt awful, yesterday was better and I felt happy, today I'm back to sad again and feeling I've made a terrible. mistake and thrown my marriage away :(.