I finally gathered myself and asked dh to leave yesterday morning. I don't know yet if this will be permanent, but it will be through the summer at least. That is my commitment to myself - I deserve that time to regroup and take care of what I need to. As of yet, he hasn't seemed to accept that this isn't a few-day cooling off period and based on his general penchant for drama, I get a sick feeling in my stomach wondering what his next desperate move might be. He tends to go for grand flourishes, both in positive situations and in negative ones.
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Part of the reason it took me so long to work up the courage to ask him to go is because I was intimidated by how I thought he would react - he fights very dirty. My specific fear is that I don't doubt he very well may consider taking our kids and hitting the road as a dramatic statement and to show everyone how dedicated he is to his family. He has threatened it before, although at those times he was either drunk, high, or both. He has been sober for a year, and participates in a recovery program, although I can't say how regularly. He is very reliant on smoke screens as a coping tool. I believe him to be depressed, however he refuses both counseling and the idea of anti-depressants. His planning skill are very poor, he doesn't often anticipate the true consequences of his actions but rather relies on the fact that people will consider (and congratulate) his good intentions. In the case of high-tailing it with the kids, he would only see himself as going to heroic lengths to care for his girls, not that it would be disruptive and upsetting to them (to say the least) to be smuggled off. He also has the habit of grasping on to off-hand comments or minute details as the key to his salvation. If I say I'm feeling disrespected in the way he's treating me and with his approach to our family finances, we can talk it to death and he promises he will adjust his behavior.  I can say at some other point how much I can't wait for the first flowers of spring -- he takes $100 from our emergency cash, lies to me about it, and then later says he was trying to surprise me with flowers because I said that would make me feel all better. In this scenario, I am the bad guy because I'm not praising the underlying intention and not giving him the chance to show he's changing/growing.
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Here is where I am struggling to know what to do next. I feel as though if he were to manage his depression (which stems from his increasing disability/chronic pain, denial of said disability, and general immaturity that causes his life to be chaotic) he could gain back some functionality in his life and we would stand a chance at attempting to piece our family back together.   I do still care for him and I know somewhere in there is the person I fell in love with. But I also feel the need to protect myself from him stopping to pick them up at school and just never coming home or something. I don't know, maybe I'm the one getting dramatic here, but that is my fear. I am feeling large amounts of guilt about asking my disabled spouse to leave when I know he has no where to go...this is my inner co-dependent wanting to swoop in and rescue him, even though I know our issues aren't because of his disability. I am afraid to take legal steps, or even call my dhs worker to let her know he isn't living here for the time being, because I'm afraid it will set him off and I don't know that I have mustered the strength for such a huge battle.
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Any wise words or guidance will be so appreciated. I don't know what steps to take next. I feel so so lost. Although, even typing this out and choosing what to say/how to say it has helped me clarify a bit where I think I stand. Stuff sounds a lot worse when you list it all out 
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I guess I should add, we have been together almost 11 years, married for 6.5, and have three kids - dd1 is nearly 8, dd2 is 4.5 and dd3 is 2.5
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*I am also worried about the girls being alone with him while he is stressed, which also play into why I waited so long to separate. He tends to have trouble maintaining appropriate emotional boundaries, and I don't want him burdening them with the long tearful speeches he is famous for or relying on them to make him happy. Gah, why is this so flippin complicated. I want to crawl in a hole.










