Well, the choice has been made now. He said he'd be home late frim "errands" and he'd take care of his own dinner. So he's caved in to one or both of those grasping idiot monsters and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm packing a bag and going to stay at a hotel tonight (The power's out anyway, this isn't a huge loss), and then we'll begin the process. I'm feeling really bummed about not having my cat around tonight, and it's not fun to imagine them clucking over what a horrible, bitchy, mean whore I am, or feeling happy that they won and their man isn't coming home to a ho tonight, but...what can you do, really? About the only consolation I have right now is that if I have to move home, I'll have all my friends around, and he won't get to keep the nice apartment or the big TV I bought. Have fun with roommates, dickbag, or maybe you can live with one of them under their thumb.