Thanks so much for taking some of your time to respond to my mess, I appreciate it so much, and I apologize for such a delay in mine. I am afraid it got to the point(this has happened several times in the last few years) soon after I posted where I had to just leave for a while and stay with my mother. things were just not working and I had to get out or lose my mind. I have issues of my own and he knows the ropes of those problems and was leaving me out to twist in the wind. Michael, you talked about an outlet, well he made me his outlet.and then went on about his day.

As i said I went to stay with my mother and help her. I felt it would be good for both of us. I also tried to severly limit the amount of time I spent talking to him. He had installed a GPS tracking program on our phones earlier so I could see where he is......I've always had this fear of him getting killed or winding up dead somehow and he's horrible at answering his phone and can be hours late after he says he's on his way home, so it made me feel better to be able to check on him, if that makes any sense.

But after a couple months I went by the house to pick up more of my clothes and things, I found a "For Sale" real estate sign out front. He has played weird jokes on me before, so I was in no rush to take something like that seriously. My key still worked, and so I went in and found that all our personal stuff was gone! I called him, he didn't answer like usual, I left a voicemail message and went back to my mother's. To make a long story short, when he finally called back, it was no joke. He insisted it was HIS house and he could do what he wanted with it. Sometimes it just takes my breath away how someone can be so "well together" in so many ways and is so, so lacking in others, those that seem the simplest.

I'm really not sure what to do!! About anything, because its just madness. There must be some way of fixing these problems without giving up. I ended my first marriage to be with him, and I've lived a very different life with him and now I'm realizing I don't have nearly as much of my own life as I would like. I started talking to a counselor last month but she wasn't very familiar with Antisocial PD and couldn't help me much, so I'm set up with another this coming month. Sometimes I wonder why I'm the one getting the help and not him.Since I'm having trouble putting th rest of my thoughts into words this is all I will write now. Thanks for any advice anyone may have, and thank you all for your support