Well, he came home at 6 am to get some stuff for work and we didn't talk for about the first 10-15 minutes he was home getting ready then he says that he's gonna come home during his lunch break to talk about things because I said some things that really upset him last night. I told him I had to open the store and he said that he would come up to the mall and I told him no. Well then he said that he would come home when he got off of work so that we could talk about it and I said well I hope you're not to busy with Ruez to make it hope and he said "Too busy with Ruez" and I saidy "Yeah, that's why you didn't come home last night." and he said, "No, I didn't come home last night because you got pissed off that I didn't bend over backwards to make you happy and made a decision for myself." So of course that got me HOT! So we argued for about five minutes or so and then he said that he had to go and he would come home and I said "Yeah, just like you came home last night?" So then he says "Fine, I'll call you" and shut the door. So I feel like Drew Barrymore in "Riding In Cars With Boys" because I am standing out on the front porch yelling at my husband. So we end it with him saying that he was going to come home so we could talk. Well I found out today that there was another check written so I called to tell him about it and of course he didn't answer and I left him a voicemail and he didn't call me back. Well, when I get home around 6:15, some of his clothes are gone along with his toothbrush, deodorant, and razor and he left like eight cigarettes sprawled across the coffee table. So I called him and said, "Wow, you didn't come home when you were supposed to. I guess you decided to come and get some of your shit when I was at work instead of coming home and talking like you said you were going to. I don't know why you only grabbed some of your shit and didn't take all of it but I guess you'll be doing that tomorrow when I'm at work. Well, whatever, bye." So I call his seargant and tell him about what happened and told him that I want to go tomorrow and start the papers for a divorce cause this whole time after he got out of the hospital was a trial to see what happened and how much of an effort he was making to change. And he was doing a hell of a lot better, but I just don't think that there's anything worth fighting for anymore because I'm not gonna be the only one standing here trying to make this marriage work. I've said that statement one too many damn times to continue to try with him. It's over. My wedding ring is on his computer desk. I'm sure his is out the window down I-5 somewhere and if not it should be, because it seems like that's about how much he cares about us. Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore because even if he does care, I just don't think that I do anymore. I have no energy left to try to make this work.