I posted a couple of weeks ago about my terrible relationship. It is now over. He is here getting his stuff as I'm typing this. I packed it all up and set it outside. I sent him the divorce agreement last night that I've been sitting on for months.

The last few days were awful. He missed out on a hunting trip with a friend so he sat in the garage drinking and smoking weed all day on Saturday, feeling sorry for himself and making the rest of us miserable.

He was picking at me every morning. I'd wake up and not know what I'd be in trouble for. He was calling me "nut job" and "psycho" almost on a daily basis. I'd get sworn at every day. He'd tell me he was sick of my BS, to fuck off, etc.

He smelled like booze when he was here getting his stuff and said he slept in his truck. He chose to leave last night after getting mad at me for saying I've been so depressed the last few months because of the issues between us. But then he changed the narrative and claims that I kicked him out when that was not the case. He's saying I ruined his life.

I'm going back and forth between crying uncontrollably and being content. I'm looking forward to being able to go to the gym, work functions, my daughters' school and other places without always facing the implications he makes. I was always being accused of having inappropriate intentions, trying to get attention from men, checking out other men, etc. I literally could not look around a public area without accidentally catching a man in my line of sight and being asked "Do you know that guy? It seems like you must know him since you were looking at him." Or looking out the window while driving and being asked, "What, hot guy out there or something?"

He has nowhere to live. He owns a house in the city he is from but he had rented it out when he moved in with me. Do I feel bad? No. He brought this on himself with how he has treated me. He's a true narcissist. I hope my hair will start growing back and that I'll feel like myself again.