Namechanged.
Typed out a whole long message for context but actually, not sure it's really necessary. I think I'm at the end of the line with my DH for a host of reasons. I'm looking at our life and thinking all the good stuff largely stems from me (friends, lovely house, most of the money) and all the crap stems from him (his toxic family, his career fuck-ups, and all the bad moods and stress that result from all of his shit).
Tonight he had yet another temper tantrum and slammed a door so hard the whole house shook, and I'm just sitting here in a weird state of calm shock thinking that it's the last straw.
It breaks my heart thinking about our gorgeous teenage kids and how they would cope if we separate...so please let's not talk about that yet. I don't have the strength. But I would love to hear about the precise moment that you thought 'that's it' - and if it was the real moment, if you see what I mean.