I told him that night I was done with it all. He actually brought it up and asked where I wanted to go from here, continue or quit. I said quit, he went to bed. Of course he was drunk and what follows the next morning? You guessed it, a bunch of pretending it didnt happen on his part and then when I wouldnt let him get by with that, a bunch of Im sorrys and I love yous. I havent really let him slide too much, he goes to kiss or hug me or says I love you and he gets some sort of dimissal. Its small but a step in the right direction. I am holding my ground better than ever before. He was pretty plastered that night, he had been drinking bourbon whereas he normally sticks to beer and he didnt lose it. He was calm the entire time for the most part though he couldnt completely stop the verbal insults sometimes. I am wondering if he might be as ready to throw in the towel as me at this point, wishful thinking I am sure.