I looked at him one night, when he had come home drunk (again), and realized that I didn't even like him, never mind love him. He tried to cuddle me and said 'I love you' and I couldn't say it back.
But here he was, pissed again, having spent money we didn't have on booze, incapable of being any help as a husband or parent (actually needing my help because he was so drunk), leaving me alone again with a toddler and sick baby. It just felt like he was another child I had to take care of instead of a husband, and something just switched off inside me.
So I said, ' I don't love you any more'............the look of horror on his face was actually comical, because I'd been telling him for 12 months that I needed him to help with our 2 kids (3 yr old and a very ill baby who was always in hospital) and that we couldn't afford for him to go out every weekend and that he was drinking too much ......etc etc
I packed his bags while he slept and woke him early (before the kids were awake), and shoved him out the door while he was still half asleep and confused. Best thing I ever did. The sense of freedom and the huge weight I never realized I was carrying just lifted.