You know I just don't get it...I wish he'd get out and go live with HER already...I come downstairs and he looks guilty and he has his phone with him (the fucking holy grail and fucking lifeline, for God's sake) and he obviously thought I was upstairs and looked very guilty, like a kid hiding something. Well pretty obvious he was texting HER. Again, I'm just sick of this POS. I'm upstairs bathing the kids getting stuff ready for tomorrow for school, he cannot even have enough decency to not do in the house. For some assinine reason, I made an appt with our marriage counsellor a long time ago for this Saturday...thinking maybe...just maybe he would see the light, so to speak...told him I was going to cancel it. He asked why, he said he'd go...told him I didn't want to waste MY time and not to mention he's talked about all our counselling sessions with HER, so what is the fucking point. Does anyone have any suggestions...either on getting him to leave or something to help me cope with the anger and resentment right now? I've asked him several times to leave..said looking for a place but he's still here. I can't take him anymore and until I start my job I can't leave. Why should I and the little boys leave their house and stuff, when he could have his love shack and it's cheaper for him to get a 1 bdroom than it is for 3 people to be cramped in a 2 bedroom. I just can't take it anymore. I don't know whether to cry, give up, or beat the crap out of someone at this point.