It had been coming. The final action that led to me asking her to move out was innocuous in and of itself: her singing a song in bed about me being overweight. I told her she wasn't on solid enough ground to be mocking me and suggested we took time apart.

Time apart began regretfully enough and then not even the distance could stop squabbling. She turned up yesterday to bring something over and then began complaining and looking for a fight. I asked her to leave and angrily followed her leaving with a message ending it.

I feel many things at once: angry, upset, a little lost. I loved her and I tried hard. I didn't do household chores to her liking and I didn't get my career together to satisfy her dreams fast enough, mainly because I supported her through her dad's suicide. When my mum started to die, she abandoned me. I struggled to forgive and I still do.

How things will go I am unsure. Probably a spell back at my dad's. How embarrassing.