The deal breaker for me after 20-some years came when he refused to help me feed the horses and chickens the morning after my knee surgery in May 2007 (pure laziness on his part). It was then that I knew without a doubt that he really was the selfish, self-centered, good-for-nothing POS I had come to think he was. I hobbled down the stairs on crutches in a lot pain (split foyer house) and fed them all myself. It was then that I started living as if I were single, went anywhere I wanted, came back when I was ready, answered to no one. I figured if I was going to live as if I was alone (he didn't participate in anything anymore), then I would be alone without the ball and chain to drag around. He became nothing more than a liability, and wasn't an asset anymore at all. Now I wonder why I waited so long to face the truth that was in my face for many years ...... why? because I was weak and feared losing the home that I had worked so hard for. In the end I lost everything pretty much, except my critters. It's hard to start over when you are middle-aged, but it can be done, and I'm doing it
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