I am on meds, but no longer seeing a therapist. I just started a new job and can't get time from work. excuse, yes I know. I have left, literally left my husband 6 times I think, meaning packed my bags and moved out. Each time he has called and we have in some semblance worked things out and I have come home. I haven't heard from him in 8 days. We recently moved into a new home and we agreed this was a new start no cops, no disturbing the neighbors, etc. and I called the cops. I believe he is finally done, finally reached his breaking point. I mean wouldn't you be done? I am one excuse after another and he is the epitome of happiness and consistency in joy. Even when things go wrong for him, he is still happy and has a smile on his face. And me, I take a bad poop out on him. (not literally) but the tiniest thing that goes wrong and I'm in a mood...roller coaster. I want to die my whole body hurts from hurting him.