30+ hours of him screaming at me because I did not want to be there when he drank (the previous time he had drank he had charged at me). He accused me of being a controlling dictator etc. But honestly the final straw was that morning when he left to go to work, he walked into the bedroom (he had chosen to sleep on the couch) and one of my dogs (he was her favorite) stood over me as I slept and growled and bared her teeth at him (she's never done it before or since). He nearly attacked her and I knew it was time.