Thanks to all the hard-earned wisdom on SI, I loaded up his truck with all his stuff, and locked the house. He "respected" my wishes, just knocked twice, then slept in the stand alone garage, where there's furniture waiting to be moved into DS's apartment.
Next morning he's gone to work, and my car keys are missing. After I dropped off DD, I went straight to his office, and even though it was early and not many other people were there, I made it clear that I would make a scene, a BIG scene if he didn't give the keys to me.
I felt so relieved and in control when I took his stuff
out of the house and locked him out. And I felt I had really bought myself some time to work through what happens now. Well, all of that went out the window when he pulled the keys stunt, and I said things to him VERY LOUDLY that I have thought but never said before.
Maybe some of it sank in, because he had a MC/IC appt on his calendar by the end of the day.
I was very concerned about him emptying our account, and when I saw that he had taken out enough to cause our mortgage to potentially bounce, I texted him that the guest room would be made available. Presto, all but $100 comes back into the account.
He's talked with our DD a few times, and she's remaining furious and determined not to once again, as always, forgive and forget his scary, unpredictable, aggressive behavior. She's figuring she won't be driving with him or talking to him much for the next two weeks, and then she'll be back at college. What a loss for him.
DD has hit the nail on the head, and I am so proud of her strength. I'm also taking her tack, and have nothing more to say to him (we did have a sit down at his request. He asked me for the first time that I can remember how my work is going....). He said our MC will want me there, but I've made it clear he needs to use every one of the 50 minutes, not to mention that out of general frustration I've been to see our MC by myself twice since the last joint session. He knows the situation.
So we've got an in-house separation going, and I'm figuring that unless he moves heaven and earth, we'll be officially divorced in 6 months. No kids under 18, pretty straight forward. Shit.
