He is gone. Right before he left he shared that his sponsor thought that I am not fit to be in any relationship and I need to see my role in divorce. BTW I filed for divorce because he relapsed gazillion of times, did not work, and even managed to cheat on me once. All while eating food I put on a table in consistent manner. But sure ok I am not fit.
I said ok sure - oh wow it is 4:30 pm aren't you late to get on the road? (He told DS he had to leave at 4pm and could not carve a pumpkin they bought yesterday because he was in a hurry). He sat and pouted for a half an hour without any attention from me whatsoever. He then said "ok I was wrong". I said ok sure. "Ok sure" is my new line.
And he finally packed up, kissed DS good bye, said that he had a nice weekend, and left.
My teeth hurt less now. I did find that I engaged way more than normal because of the pain. Ugh. Oh well.