I will try to start at the beginning of his bad behavior... so we were in the process of relocating from CA to AZ... being 4 months pregnant, packing proved to be very tiresome since I was doing a lot of it alone in a house that has no AC. The day before we leave, I complain to SH (stupid husband) about how some of the items he has in the house (aka the hundreds of stuffed animals) should be donated. SH had been worried about whether there would be enough space in the trailer he had rented. I told him there would be no reason to bring all those stuffed animals and to give some away. The skids have a ton of toys and we can start eliminating by those. He throws a huge fit about wanting to take them... of course I don't back down, call him a pack rat because he saves EVERYTHING and he knows it. I'm the opposite of packrat. I hate old stuff and don't hang onto things. He says not to push it because he was in a bad mood and going to lose it. I figure, whatever... and still go on about the stuffed animals. At this moment, things are a blur but he started to get incredibly angry and say insults abouts me. I get angry back and try to leave the room but he blocks me. I yell at him to get out of my way and how dare he speak to me in such a manner. Effin bodybuilders. He puffs his chest up in my face, and in a military manner starts yelling right in my face that he will speak to me however he wants and what am I going to do about it. I try to push him out of the way and he still wouldn't let me through. When I finally get through I lock myself in my room for 20 minutes. He cools off and wants to talk... apologizes and says he's sentimental about the toys. I let it go. I was too tired and didn't feel like fighting.

Fast forward to this past Thursday. Let me start off with, we arrive at the house and it's tiny. It's a cute little house but it only has a living room attached to a kitchen and one bedroom. The owner is working on converting the garage into a playroom where his girls will sleep when they visit. I'm extremely distressed because SH has 2 rottweilers and he refuses to have them outside because "it's too hot." I am growing extremely pensive... in this tiny house where are they supposed to go??? They are way too big. When both of them lie on the floor in the kitchen, there's practically no room to walk. And they will destroy the house! We just moved from a nasty shack to this nice house, the last thing I want is dogs destroying the home. Most of all, I'm pregnant! I can't have those dogs around all the time. SH explains how there's a fenced area they can go to but it's too hot for them right now... and I get all teary eyed seeing the master bedroom fits just a bed... no room for anything else. He goes on how once the playroom is finished, the dogs can stay in there. "Where's the baby going?" He brushes it off, "we'll figure it out." My anger builds... really??? you spend all this time figuring out what you're doing with your dogs but no consideration for our baby?! Evening comes and he lets the dogs roam about the house freely... and one of them tries to come into the room. NO... not going to work. There's not much room to walk as it is. I have to shoo the dog out. What makes me more angry about this is I am scared of these dogs... there's a male and female. The male tries to be alpha and hasn't accepted me as a master so when I try to move him he growls at me. Needless to say I don't trust him. Another time, I almost tripped over him... not a risk I want to take with my baby. SH and I get into an argument about the dogs and he spills things about him never going to give his dogs up so I can get out if that's how I feel. Asks where my loyalty is, that those dogs have been with him for 10 years. And where's his loyalty to me and this unborn baby??? He says that if I don't like it, leave. I tell him how I think he puts his dogs before me and the baby. He said, get over it. I really don't remember how the argument ended that night but the next day he apologized saying he has been feeling closer to me and doesn't want that fight to come between us. I never responded to it. But I know I'm not over it. I let a day go by that I try to cool off about it. The next day I'm still very upset and trying to deal. Obviously I need to address it. I ask some people for advice on how to approach this. We have dinner at his parents that night so I head over with his girls. They run inside and he greets me at the door but at this point I don't feel very loved so I don't feel like expressing love. I say hello and walk past him to the front door. He stops me, offended that I didn't give him a kiss and asks what's wrong. He walks up for a kiss and I say "nothing." We go inside, and although I'm not doting on him, I'm still friendly and talkative.

We get home that night (we drove separate cars), and I tell him to get SD3 out of the car because she fell asleep. We all get settled in and he's laying down in bed. I grab my clothes to change and he asks what is wrong. I said very calmly, "I feel like you care about those dogs more than me and my baby. You are more concerned about where they are going to stay and be comfortable than you are about my baby. When I asked where the baby is going to stay you brushed it off." I was very careful with how I worded it because I know how he may react... that's it. He flies off the handle about how I embarrassed him at his parents house and I should have pretended everything is ok. Here's the thing, besides not giving him a kiss, I DID pretend everything was ok!!! I told him I was scared of the dogs and he just scoffed saying he didn't believe that. He continued to blow up about how I am never happy and will always have something to complain about. Please take note, this is a tirade and I can't get a word in. Then it continues on... No one wants you, not even your family. I have more loyalty to those dogs than I do to you. And you are useless. he said that he was with his psycho ex for 6 years and with me for only 6 months and can't stand me. He said he can understand why my exes have cheated on me because they wanted to get away. Throws in my face that "will I f*ck his best friend if we end things," He knows that's a sore spot for me because when my ex bf and I broke up, I slept with his bf but have been extremely sorry that I ever did it. I yelled mb I will and while we're at it, mb he will try to sleep with my sister to get back at me, like he did with his ex gf. Of course he knows how to jab and says that my family already has too much of his DNA as it is. When I told him that everything has to be his way or the highway and that there's never a compromise, he said damn right. That he will never do that for another woman like he did for his ex who broke him down and tore him away from his goals. I have done nothing but push this man to be more and encourage his talents... I place rules in the house and he doesn't like it. But I was angry... I said he couldn't have many goals since he was beyond broke the past couple years and if he looked in his closet, he has shoes that are 6 years old because he couldn't afford new ones. But he shut me up with his yelling that he's the man and to "know you're role." I asked what that was supposed to mean and he says he is to be the provider and I do what he says. He continued to rub in my face how he and his ex had very good times together and he can only remember 7 days with us. He has to give up his kids, that he doesn't want to give up his dogs- which I never said he had to give them up. I expressed, I feel like he placed them before me and the baby. He said his dogs are the next thing closest to his kids and without them, he has nothing. So apparently me and my baby are nothing. Since he isn't going to be seeing his kids in a whole month, he can't give away his dogs because they're all he has. Says how he's pissed he knocked up another broad... he only cares about his kids, his dogs, and my unborn baby. I yelled not to even bring MY baby up because he has caused nothing but stress to my little one... that he can care less if I tripped over the dogs. He says he took that into account and that's why they have been in the playroom. Honestly, I'm scared to say anything at that point because I'm tired of being yelled at and hearing all the insults. I said if that was true, then how come your dogs were out in the morning and I had to request you put them up. He says how he will look into divorce papers in the morning and implied that he may get physical with me. Said he hasn't done that before but he can feel it building. Cry fest for the rest of the night. I couldn't sleep. Friday morning comes and he thinks he's righteous for everything he said last night. Said it all holds true. I'm at a loss for words... he says that now is not a good time to bring the dogs up. He's losing his kids and he can't take anymore. He came home that night as if nothing happened. I was exhausted so I didn't bring it up either. I went to my dads house and stayed the night then headed over to SH's parents house the next day. He stayed the night there with his girls. I'm still in disbelief about the fight. I play it cool. Then SH tells me that I will be needing to take his dogs out while he drives all the way back to Cali (12 hour drive one way) to drop his girls off. Upset, I tell him we had discussed this way before moving out here. We live in an apartment complex house... he said he wouldn't have me take his dogs out, he would have someone else do it. Now he renigs??? Says, well, that's too bad. We're a team and you're going to have to take them out unless I want them to shit in the house. The dogs don't listen to me! SH leaves that night for out of town and I go home. Biggest struggle ever with the dogs. I try to take them one at a time. The female didn't want her collar on and tried to nip my hand. I have to use all my might to drag their ass outside, just to struggle for the female NOT to want to use the bathroom. The male wasn't as hard but I still had my struggles with him. Neither of them want to come back inside and they definitely don't want to be locked in the playroom. I tell SH about all this and what does he say??? Not, oh, they aren't used to another master taking them out so they are misbehaving... but, "you must be doing it wrong." Right, have your pregnant wife take out your dogs who way almost as much as me, and not just one dog. TWO! I had it. My mom and sisters came over, and I couldn't bare the thought of staying with him alone once he got back. So he came home last night, greeted his dogs first, then me. I tell Mom and sisters to get to the car and I will get a few things. He's laying in bed so I try not to wake him. He looks up and asks what I'm doing. I respond that I'm going to my dads. He asks if he's missing something, I said... I have a lot to think about. He roles his eyes, lays back down and I leave. Not one single message or phone call from him.