He usually either snaps at me and rips me to shreds, leaving me feeling horrible. Then he's nice again. Or I walk on egg shells hoping he'll get over it. Because I can't handle another personal attack. But this time I couldn't handle going through that again after 3 days of tip toeing around. So I packed up the kids and went to my parents. For so long, I've been so unhappy. But now I've got a chance to change everything. I don't know that I can! Like leaving our family home empty, or him and them not seeing each other everyday, or my kids having to start at a new school. It's so much easier, in a daydream then in reality.