Just that, really. We had an almighty row over how he refuses to make allowances for our child's SN. He told me, in front of the neighbours to fuck off out of his house since I've threatened to leave on several occasions.
I left the room. I could hear him ranting out in the garage to our neighbour. I came back downstairs after a while and he wasn't anywhere to be found. I messaged him time and agin but nothing. Called his parents because he was in dark clothing and hadn't taken the car - was worried he'd gone for a walk down local country roads.
By the early hours I started to pack a suitcase. Things have been bad for a while. Both stressed and over worked. I'm very snappy. Every time I try to talk to him about our situation it's met with sulking, stonewalling, blame shifting, kitchen sinking, tears, rage. He takes any attempt to talk as a personal attack and I then end up losing my temper because I feel manipulated and guilted into shutting up.
He finally walked through the door later in the morning, saw the suitcase, flew into a rage about it and about my increasingly angry messages. No apology, said he fell asleep in the car (the car was checked and he wasn't in there)
I just don't know what to do anymore.