He's gone. The worst two hours of my life, having to put up with that charade.
I'm relieved it's over but feeling very delicate - in that that may be the last time we'll be in this house together.
I turned up with the kids, he was acting as if everything was normal (very skilled at that), made the kids sandwiches and even called upstairs to see if I wanted one too 
even though I'd made absolutely no eye contact or uttered a word to him.
His guests arrived, but I'd sent a text in advance to explain I wouldn't be joining them if things hadn't been made clear by him so that part was OK as they didn't bother me.
His chirpiness has unnerved me, like me shutting myself away while they were having lunch, like me taking the kids away for three days, the fact you can count almost on one hand the amount of hours he's spent with his own children since he's been here...it all means NOTHING to him. No anger, no sadness, no regrets, no nothing. Deeply disturbing but deeply upsetting as well.