Here was the biggie:
While on a nice vacation with my parents, brother and his wife at a beach house in Florida with firm plans to take our children to DisneyWorld the following week, my XAH became enraged at me for trying to control him (asking him if he wanted me to rent a bike for him while I was renting them for everyone else), and then told me that he was leaving. He was done with the trip and through being married, and then he drove back to Texas.
And that's when I knew that *I* was done being married to him.