You hit the nail on the head. Last night I blew. The top of my head just shot off and I spewed everywhere. I went off on him, I went off on my eldest daughter; it was ugly. It took a couple of shots of whiskey to prime the pump then I unloaded. Of course, now I feel like a total ***. All of this stuff is bringing up all of my stuff and I can't keep it all seperated. I think your advice is sound as far as seperating. We tried it for about six weeks and I did really well but then missed him terribly. Since we've been back together it has been nothing but fighting. All the good I felt I had done towards my life is gone. I'm back in the chaos again and I don't want to do it anymore. All my insecurites return. When I left him I went to stay at my folk's place. But I cannot be around them as my anger towards them makes me want to choke. I could live on my own. I have a decent job but I feel so bad for him. He has nowhere to go. No job. Nothing. He has burnt every bridge. I feel too responsible for him and I hate that.