It started with a silly argument because he couldn't find his jeans and I said in jest well I won't sort your clothes anymore.
This spiralled (mainly him, I was slack jaw comforting poor DD) to him calling me insane, a cunt, telling me that me and DD had to move out. Things are a bit tricky to sort today as DD is at home and I don't want to frighten her.
I'm thinking I take her uniform etc to my mum's house and my work stuff for tomorrow and sleep there tonight. It's not a long term fix as not enough beds. But MIL is MIL is on holiday for a fortnight so I'm hoping she will let me house sit for those days and by that time I will have a clearer picture what is going on?