Just add me to the pack. My life is so much better now without him sitting in the middle of our house, beer in hand, watching TV, griping about me, ignoring one child while turning the other into his best TV-watching buddy, all while I did all the work for everybody. And we had a baby, too.
It's hard now - on my own. But I am so safe and tired at the end of every day - and it's the tired of a day used to the fullest. I am exhausted because I work hard -- not because I am wrung out emotionally.
Good luck to you. It is a hard life.