So here we go again.

This morning and in my last post, I was feeling happy, free and alive again.

Then, he comes over to pick up more of his belongings from the home. He decides to give me grief - yet again - over something of his that I previously broke by ACCIDENT. Then he picks a fight with me, which escalates to me hiding in my room, him yelling at me and me having to yell back "leave me alone!"

He told me that my therapist "told him things" about me. I had to write a note to the therapist just now, telling him that that is a breach of patient confidentiality. I am LIVID. OR, my husband is lying. We shall see - I asked the therapist to tell me what he told my husband about me.

And, he now claims I wasn't there for him when his mother died and that I broke up with him during a crisis. I DID call him yesterday to express my sincere condolences. He's SO full of it. I said there is no good time to divorce, and what was I going to do? Live a lie and pretend that I love him?

He's playing the victim now and of course, I'm the bad guy in all of this!

And, now that I have told my husband that I no longer love him, he is claiming he no longer loves me. How old are we? Just two days ago he told me he still loves me. Whatever, he's SO full of BS.

So, once again, I told him to get out of my life ASAP. And I told him I don't care if he doesn't love me anymore. GOOD I said.

I HATE and DESPISE him.... and now I am full of anger, which was his intention, when I had been really happy when I first woke up.