DP is a miserable bastard and very difficult to live with and I've reached the end I think.
What's tipped me over the edge - it was DDs 15th birthday last weekend. She wanted a certain takeaway for her tea - fine, we said she could pick. DP not massively keen on this food but has had it before, including a period of time where for about a month he kept buying it every week. I wasn't keen on that particular brand but always ate it, I'm not fussy over food tbh but he is, very (think if I get a different brand of sauce there's lots of comments, face pulling, eating v. slowly, making a drama of not finishing it and rustling in cupboards afterwards for snacks etc).
Well, getting this takeaway was awful for him. Moaning, trying to change DDs mind, being belligerent when I was reading out the menu, huffing, sad faces, delaying choosing, using the price as a reason to not get it (I was paying, like usual), huffing when I shared updates on the delivery, comments about what to expect etc. He ruined it and sucked the joy out of it and I was upset on DDs behalf that he wouldn't just be OK with it because it was what she wanted for her birthday. DD unaware of all this tbf, she gave us both a hug and a kiss afterwards thanking us for the "amaze" takeaway. I note he ate most of his.
The other day I got the arse off him because I asked him to drop DS off somewhere 10 mins out of his way as I was sorting something out for DD and didn't want to have to rush back. Huffing, slamming doors, slamming keys down etc. Told him to stop being a twat, its not for me its for his kid, and I think he was surprised I pulled him up.
There's a lot more they are just recent examples.
I'm weary of him. He does pull his weight to a degree when it comes to stuff for the kids, apart from that I get nothing out of this relationship except the occasional laugh together and a bit of money towards the mortgage and bills. Its all misery and doom.
He works about 30 hours a week in a non stressful job.
I suggested he could be depressed because hes progressively become worse to live with, and to see the doc. Obvs he won't go because he says there's nothing wrong with him and im weird for suggesting hes depressed because of one takeaway. So a nice bit of gaslighting thrown in too.
I don't want to be with him anymore, my line in the sand has been reached.
What do I need to do to start planning? I can buy him out the mortgage and easily survive on my wage alone, but do I need to speak to a solicitor? I've put a lot of my money into this house, some has added value, I've bought all the furniture, TV etc. I'll be fucked if hes getting 50% of it.