Right. Took some time out over the last day, left the childcare with him and got my head together.
Much as I did toy with the idea of calling the police on his arse, I'm not going to, because I have no intention of pressing charges, and I don't want to waste their time.
But anyway, this whole thing has crystallized something that I've been pussy footing around with for the past couple of years. I've spent the whole time blaming myself for the situation we've got into, but the simple fact is that it's not my responsibility how he acts.
Yesterday, he organized some anger counselling through work - it is something he will benefit from. Yes, the outburst was very sudden and shocking, but he does have a resentful temper which simmers under the surface, and he knows he crossed a line and doesn't want to do it again.
I told him that was great, and I'm happy to support him in it, but that I'm done with trying to accomodate his unhappiness about how things have changed in the marriage, and with me in general.
I have spent my entire life trying to fit into a mould someone else made for me. These past few months, it's felt like I've been coming out of a hibernation I've been in for years, and I am so done with trying to be someone I am not.
So, I'm not going to be 'asking permission' to write, or to learn to drive, or to have a shower, and he can live with it or leave.
FFS, I'm not quite sure how I managed to say all that, but there it is. I did.