After seven years of a terrible relationship he finally left today. Long story, too much trauma and drama. We were supposed to move north to another state tomorrow but after a day of work and pain - loading the truck - he told me he would burn down the house with me in it if he heard me mention my son again.

I had an appointment to meet my son at 9:30 to give him my van just before leaving. He hated my son... has done so for all these years. He wouldn't even allow me to have my children in my own home. Took advantage of me financially, and tried to micro-manage me and control my every move. I realized long ago that there was no way to make him leave until he did so voluntarily.

Today he wanted me to sign the pink slip for the little car I had promised to give him if he helped me clean the property. He couldn't even wait until the property was cleaned off. I finally signed it to shut him up. He didn't shut up. He never thanked me for that car... just took it as if it was due to him!

Today as he raged at me I phoned a friend for help. My friend, a man in his seventies, came over and got between us and made him make a choice, to go with me or to leave me. He chose to leave, and my friend helped him for hours to get his things out of my moving truck and house. He left me with a huge mess to clean myself.

Tomorrow my son and another friend will help me finish the moving job. I should try to get some sleep now...