Last week after years of (on my part) an unhappy marriage due to their emotional suffocation, verbal abuse, the realities of life with a very disabled child, sleep deprivation, constant swearing (fucking cunt), punching walls, cancer and the constant relentlessness of being that other persons sounding board/emotional dump - I have told my husband I can't and don't want to live with him anymore.
He is broken. Completely surprised. Thought we were strong. I don't know how he could think this? There has been no physical/sex for years. Calling your wife an f'ing cunt for all manner of minor misdemeanours may be it 
I'm trying to be kind. I don't want to, and I can't relay all the past reasons to him, he is saying the anger and swearing started when I withdrew affection? Hmmm.
I did withdraw, I learnt to ignore, I stopped saying stuff, I pre-thought what I did say, I created my own separate life of friends.
I'm sorry to both of us I didn't end it years ago.
So what happens now?
All in same house. Haven't told the children.
Every time we're alone I feel cornered and questioned and he starts breaking down.
He wants the chance to try.
I'm avoiding him.
He says im acting like 'the cold man'.
He has no friends to go and stay with.
Do I have to find answers for all his questions? - Ive been walking on eggshells for years in case I have an opinion or a naive as yet informed opinion on something for fear of the ensuing 'teacher' moment/hour.
I don't want him, his voice, his opinions in my head anymore.
He wants to be held and hugged.
He is on his best behaviour and is clearly trying to change my mind. Even though I've admitted I don't love him anymore.
Ive said I'm not kicking him out/packing his bags ... but there needs to be a plan in place.
Ive got Stage 4 cancer currently in NEAD - so I'm not counting on many more years - but I don't want them with him. He's mortified I'd rather die alone 'none of your friends or family love you as much as I do' than with him.
I'm not expecting or planning any new relationship - terminal cancer puts that in its place.
I wrote about some of this a long time ago, 2014!!! I feel like a bloody idiot ... but I got here in the end. 8 years.