Brief history - told my H that our marriage is over in January, after months of arguments and denial he seemed to accept it. He has told me to move out, refused to give me any settlement or to leave himself, and says 'you're not taking my children away'. They are nearly 10 and 12.
I thought I could wait it out, save some money and buy a keyworker flat in a few months, but the development I want won't be ready til the spring (it has been delayed) and there's nothing else locally. Renting privately around here will mean I can't save any money at all.
It's our anniversary tomorrow, he is going away on business v early in the morning. He told me that under the circumstances, he hasn't got me anything (?!) This turned into a conversation in which he repeatedly denied that I had ever made an offer to accept less than 50% of the house (he used his inheritance to repay the mortgage) and then when I walked away, said 'Oh, don't you want a friendly chat?' I said 'I'm not your friend', since I certainly don't act like one, this situation is driving me mad. He replied 'Oh, you get to decide that, do you?'
It's so surreal it's almost laughable - but instead I am stressed and crying and feeling helpless again. I thought I could cope when I only had a few months of this left but right now I'm looking at eight or nine months and I'm not sure I can. I'm so glad he is away tomorrow til Thursday and I feel bad for hoping his will be the next plane that falls out of the sky. I wouldn't miss him, but the girls would.