Awful, awful, awful, and I can't wait to leave.
We are selling our house, because we need to move closer to support for our DD who has SEN.
Once it's sold, I'm going back to my parents temporarily with the DC, then buying my own place, which I am starting to get in motion. He has no idea about this. In between shouting at me to do whatever x, y, and z that he feels the woman of the house should do, or telling me I'm lazy, he gives me the silent treatment, then in the next breath talks about how we need to buy the cheapest house possible for the future.
I earn more than twice his wage (he earns well too), so I can afford to buy a more expensive property on my own than he is prepared to buy jointly, in any case us buying together isn't on the cards.
I plan to tell him it's completely over when the house is sold and we're safely ensconced at my parents, as don't want him to jeopardise the sale (he is the type of person who would easily cut off his nose to spite his face, plus it's bye bye to cushy life).
I'm dreaming of the relief I will feel when I no longer have to bend and bend and bend, and get nothing from the relationship. Wondering what kind of mood he will be in of an evening. The moment I decided I'd had enough was like a light had gone on in my head.