I left my husband one month ago - after he had kept me awake four nights in a row. See, I had to work, he didn't, so he'd be up at night and want... company. Anyway, the last of my savings got cleared away and I realized I was just too damned exhausted to go out finding more ways to support him and his habits. I'm penniless, living in my parents' home (my dad is an all-drinker, too) and he has our apartment, that was paid for and furnished by me, with my dog that I loved and cared for, but I think I was just too tired of fighting to take. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones - not having kids and all - just hard to not get hit in the head with the indignity of it all.
