Two years ago at Christmas time I was fighting with DH and decided to leave him. I rented an apartment for January 1 and then made arrangements to fly back home leaving my job with no warning. I took something DH said the wrong way and thought he was suicidal so I took our son with me. Before I even got on the plane I knew it was wrong. I was able to change the tickets to come back home earlier and be home for Christmas. It was hard on all 3 of us. I really regret doing that. I was in a rage and my "friend" kept fueling the rage. I was able to see my mom one last time so that was good but the rest was just wrong.