My husband is caring less and less how he behaves, and it's driving me away. I no longer want to go away anywhere with him because I'm on eggshells the whole time waiting for him to find fault loudly and furiously with me, with our children, or with just about anyone or anything, really. Earlier today I took my family, him and our two girls, to do an escape room - he was bullish and demanded everyone do it his way, which spoiled the fun atmosphere - and he wasn't even right about how to solve the puzzle. Then afterwards he got hangry and when we were seated in TGI Fridays next to a family with rowdy small people, he demanded to me that we move tables - I suggested he swap with me since I was on the end and nobody behind me, and he just lost it and started thumping up and down on his seat mimicking the child behind, but with his 130kg it was only a few thumps until the bench broke. Nearby families looked on in utter shock, and all I could do was apologise to them about him, and usher the girls out of the restaurant. Apparently now it's all my fault because I refused to move tables (untrue, he never gave me a second to react before his violent outburst). And it's my fault and I'm a bitch for taking easter eggs for the children over to my sister's yesterday but not one for him(!) (Or for any other adult, by the way. And I didn't take eggs, I took some easter craft to occupy the children while my sister was cooking dinner). Basically I feel like I have 3 kids and one's a toddler I'd need to call SuperNanny for. And our actual children are teenagers, and they are really fed up with him as well. And he blames me for this, saying I badmouth him, but they are actually THERE, they see it all first hand. Do you think I ought to try and stick it out until the girls leave home in 1.5 and 3.5 years' time, or go through what'll undoubtedly be the most stressful situation ever and divorce him during their gcse and a-level years? I'd love to ask what I ought to do to try and fix it, but he's shown me these colours SO many times now that I'm not holding my breath for him ever to change or grow up.