Christmas was good...Christmas Day, itself, anyway. We had family over, ate too much food, laughed, a lot, and my bestie and I took our dogs out for a longish walk, just the two of us with the dogs.

After they left, however, things got a bit hairy. For some reason, Hubby was In A Mood. Not sure why.
The long and short of it is that I spent Christmas night, alone, while he slept on the couch.

Things were no better by morning, and by that night, things were completely out of control.

Hubby flew into a rage. I mean a rage. He was full blown crazy. He punched a huge ass hole into the bedroom wall and left the house, telling me that it was over.

Merry Fuckin' Christmas to me.

He came home the next day. We talked. I still feel...angry. Pissed. No, worse.

I am hurt beyond words.

He has done this to me so many times that I have lost count.

He has ruined the trust that we have built and I feel as though I am (and the kids) expendable as far as he is concerned.

I am just so tired of this. We have been together for more than 7 years and he still has one foot out the door.

I don't know what to do.