It never quite works out that easily though. I left but came back a few weeks ago when he agreed to see the doctor and started seeking help for his issues, I think he's bi-polar personally, and he was trying really hard and being really honest and stopped drinking and was obviously making an effort and said he was prepared to do whatever it took for us to work things out. I'm such a fucking idiot. Now he's decided he hates me, and he isn't even drunk or manic or anything, and it's been days of spiteful comments out of the blue and angry outbursts and tense silence. I've got bags packed all over the place but since this is my house where my plants are and my pets live, it's a bit awkward. And now I'm pouring my heart out to strangers on a frigging pot forum cos it's too embarrassing to tell anyone I actually know. Karma's coming though, I can feel it