I hear the frustation in your post. I DID get to the point you are. Whereas each sitch is different and you know your h better than anyone, I went with my gut. I got so fed up with him running back and forth from em to the ow, I put my foot down.
What really broke the camels back is I asked him for money for groceries and he yelled at me. I told him to forget it and kiss my azz. I told him I was done playing games with him and he needed to make up his mind what he wanted. I told him not to call or come over until he did that.
A couple of days later he calls and I let the VM pick it up. I didn't want to talk to him. He left a message on the machine that he just needed to hear my voice. A couple of days later he called again, I didn't pick up. The thrid time he called I did and he asked me what he needed to do tomake things right. I told him and he started working on them.
Remember my h wasn't living at home but the first couple of months after the bomb. To me it sounds like you h is having his cake and eating it too, just as my h did. Sometime I think they need a swift kick in the behind, IMHO.
