This is a continuation of what I wrote yesterday.
The therapist basically kicked us out and so started our separation. He moved his belongings into my daughter's room, who was away at school and began to live our separate lives. But it didn't feel like it. We still ate dinner together, still watched TV together, and occcasionally slept together. The only thing different was that we didn't go out on the weekends and we didn't sleep in the same room. Financially he was (and still is) paying all the bills.
I have a better job now, not much better, but at least full time and can at least give my kids pocket money and buy some household items.
Things remained like this until Christmas when my daughter came home from school. He then had a choice to either move out or move back into the bedroom with me. He moved back in with me and everything was normal until my daughter went back to school at the end of Jan. She wasn't out of the house for ten minutes when he started to move his stuff back into her room.
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