De Rage has dried up Denial

Saturday was one of those days that I just love. I woke up late, went to Twist, learned a new knitting skill and came home late. (I can now knit two socks at once!! Come to Twist in March and I'll teach you!!)
When I got home the husband was sullen and twitchy... which quickly turned to enraged and determined to fight. I did not indulge... and I just let him go. From a distance it was actually sort of funny. He said things like, "You haven't done anything to improve yourself since we got married," except get a second job and go to graduate school, and "It isn't fair that you get the house and I get an apartment," and it isn't fair that he has been living rent-free for the last eighteen months while I work two jobs and go to school. This went on for FOUR HOURS. (Another gem: "Even if we took this to court you'd win because you have a vagina. The courts always side with whoever has the vagina" - and also the job. The court likes to give houses to people who have jobs. So basically the courts like vaginas and jobs? Awesome.

Sunday was better. We actually had a conversation and were able to approach our divorce realistically.

Bean will no longer be going home to just him though. I'm taking her to class with me tonight and I have called in some reinforcements. Hopefully my brother's girlfriend will agree to spend some time with her after school on the days I have class. She's in college and does odd jobs for spending money... I was thinking about $30 a week for two days of either picking her up or waiting for the bus and hanging out with her until I get home at 7:30.

I just can't risk her walking in to him in a rage like that. Who knows what he would say. I don't believe he is physically violent, but his emotional instability has me on edge now that he really has nothing to lose.

On the proactive divorce front, I have opened my own bank accounts, set up my direct deposits, told my (first) ex-husband what is going on and started scouting for boxes for his stuff.