Whoa. I am even more grateful now for such a great weekend.
AH was going to get our son after school today (he was rained out at work), and then got stuck at home waiting for the cable guy. He asked if I would bring our son by, and he would make chili dogs. He has been generally well-behaved since I moved out last week, and I agreed, knowing we could just leave if a problem arose.
I have had every expectation that the separation would precede a dramatic spiral downward for him, but I was still not fully prepared. In the week since I left...THREE empty 18-pack beer can boxes sitting out in the open. Dog hair everywhere. No dishes have been washed. He's obviously sleeping on the couch. The whole thing made me incredibly uncomfortable. He was perfectly friendly. The little guy and I ate our hot dogs, and then immediately left for the neatness and peace of our apartment.
Definitely a reminder of how sad this disease is, how unbelievably glad I am that I'm out, and how I truly was the one holding the house together and keeping it livable.