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 Things have been calm and well for a couple weeks. Of course no responsibility or resolution has been taken by my husband to address his actions but I knew that would be the case and have chosen to let it be. One for peace in the house. And two as an acceptance of knowing he won’t and that’s not on me so I adjust my behavior only. Thanksgiving went well. He’s still talking to women and addicted to perverse porn but again I remain silent. The only action I have taken is in blocking some of the more disturbing porn from our WiFi. All of this came to a screeching aggressive halt last night though. I was home alone when he got home from work. I said hi and got the mumbled hi with the back turned in the tone that is a warning. He asked if I was cooking and I responded lightly and pleasantly and then cooked dinner for him while he went to his room. He came out a bit later complaining about his tv not working. Back to his room. Came out again this time close but not quite yelling about how sick of this shit he is and going on about his tv. I offered his dinner super pleasantly saying get it while it’s hot. He was in my room doing something with my tv,  He came out still ranting about the tv and took the plate to his room. I stayed quietly in the living room. He came out again and was saying his tv wouldn’t work. With the most sympathetic tone I said “I can see how frustrating that can be for you”. He responded that I don’t know shit, don’t know a fucking thing and just sit on my ass and he’s fucking sick of it. It went on fading as he went to get our sons tv from downstairs. He took that to his room. Then he came back out to get my tv and my firestick. I told him he shouldn’t take both - he could take my smart TV and have channels and I’d take my sons with the fire stick since it’s not a smart TV. I started to say “ or you could be a normal person and sit”...that’s as far as I got and he didn’t hear any of it anyways. I was going to finish “sit with me in the living room and watch tv” but at this point he launched into uncontrolled rage. He got vicious calling me a fng bitch, and lazy, and he’s sick of it, and how it’s his because he’s the motherfucker that pays for it all. I wasn’t responding but suddenly he came at me screaming fuck you, pointing at me and then thrust his face into mine so close he actually hit nose to nose. Not real hard but intimidating and frightening. I only said wow as I retreated quickly to the far end of the living room. I actually videoed this . I’m scared of his violence and a restraining order for my safety is something I see. He went back to his room and it calmed - temporarily. I went and knocked and asked nicely for my fire stick. He responded ok and I made the mistake of thinking the storm passed. I got the stick.  He said something insultingly about “glad you’re so perfect” but I left that without comment. The next few minutes are a bit hazy. I know I said something to my husband about him throwing away the last couple weeks for rage over a tv. He admitted being pissed and said I should have left him alone- but he’s the one that kept coming out of his room, My tenant called because his WiFi was down - because my husband kept shutting everything off. I told him my husband was having a meltdown. He texted if I needed to get away a moment I was always welcome. I was in my room texting him back thank you when my husband walked in. He asked who I was texting I told him and he said I was lying and probably texting a boyfriend. I showed him the text and he told me I should go fuck the guy (who has his wife and baby out there with him). I wasn’t recording him but he thought I was so he went on about how nobody gives a fuck and no judge gives a fuck that I’ll still get half of everything. I asked him about my sons tv at which point he got aggressive again coming after me screaming that I am a cunt. I told him I would call the police if he touched me again or threatened me. He came at me telling me go ahead thrusting his face at me and without speaking I rapidly retreated back to the living room. He followed calling me a cunt so I ran to my room and locked the door. By this time I was scared of him and upset. My daughter walked in having just got home. Part of me wishes I had been able to pretend nothing was happening for her sake but I was scared. I burst into tears and my daughter hugged me and asked what was wrong. I told her I had never been so scared of him. He came out from down the hall and started saying it was busllshit and I was faking. My daughter told him he was a psychopath and to just go away. He accused her and me of hating him for the way he treats me. Both of us tried to tell him it wasn’t about me - I’ve actually told her to try to be nicer to him and that how he treats me should be separate from her. Fact is he’s treated her the same way at times and that’s why she isn’t close with him. He also said he was sorry but she told him that didn’t mean anything because he would do it again. But he yelled over her as she said she was trying to talk to him. Then he switched completely and started crying saying he didn’t deserve all this and played victim and headed back to his room. I told her I was sorry she came home to this. At some point before I made it to her room he trapped me in the kitchen. Saying he was sorry. Trying to force me into looking at him. On his knees begging. Some of the dirty laundry came up which was my negative contribution as I told him it didn’t mean anything because he would abuse again, he would cheat again, how he’d stuck his dick in another woman. He said no he wouldn’t ever again. And he didn’t want to end how we’d been getting along so well. I told him he ended the whole marriage. It went on for a bit but my daughter came out and told him to let me go (he was holding me by the arms). She said we were both mad and talking wasn’t going to work and we should separate. I said she’s right.  I had asked my daughter earlier if I could watch tv in her room and went there. He said yeah then we could talk about him to each other. Not true and we went to her room and didn’t speak one word about him or the situation. He knocked and said sorry and I merely said it’s fine. Watched a movie. And still never spoke of him or the entire incident. For this part I was proud. Not proud she walked in on it but that I left her out of the rest and kept my mouth shut about it. Didn’t talk bad about him or about any of it. When the movie was over I said good night and went to bed. In the morning before leaving for work he came in my room. Said goodbye and kissed my cheek. I said “sorry have a good day”. He said “sorry about last night but you always involve the kids you’re vindictive and” well I didn’t hear the rest. I just pulled the covers up. I didn’t say anything either. I have a couple thoughts. One being if he hadn’t gone into a blackout rage in the first place there wouldn’t have been anything to walk in on. 2nd initially I didn’t tell her anything other than that I was scared and I didn’t involve her. He wasn’t sorry any more.And last every apology comes with a but.