So, I have told my DH it's over and that I want him to leave.
Long background, he is basically a manchild who I have been making excuses for and mothering for the last 13 years. The final straw has been me having a mental health break down and him being spectacularly unsupportive, including telling me how inconvenient I am and that its all an excuse.
I have been the sole wage earner for 3 years as he has been fired from every job he has ever had (although I have told friends and family he was made redundant on his instruction, so he could save face). We have got more and more into debt, he has been a SAHD to DD(4) and I have recently discovered he has missed 4 specialist appointments (she was a preemie) with his only excuse being 'he forgot'. There is so, so much more.
I don't know why I'm posting, he has no where to go, I will end up sorting him out somewhere to live and helping him apply for benefits. He is an intelligent man (1st class degree etc) but he has no common sense or maturity.
He has cried, told me I am taking everything away, have ruined his life, he has taken no responsibility for anything. I am just a prize bitch. I feel awful. I want to say that I am not responsible for his happiness, that it's all his fault but that's just so harsh. He left the house last night and went to the pub, as he was leaving I asked where he was going and was told to fuck off. This isn't an easy or a light decision for me.
He is utterly furious that I have spoken to a couple of my friends about him, called my friendship group a 'harem of bitches' and that I have been getting support from them. I suggested maybe he speaks to his friends and he told me he has none.
I know in my heart of hearts I have done the right thing, but why do I feel so fucking horrible??