I tried

I tried, I really did.  I just can't do it.  I left and got dragged back.  I can't stay here and babysit a grown ass man.  I don't care if he is my husband.  We had been split up for 5 years.  I can't live with him.  He makes my skin crawl.  His voice, his mannerisms, everything.  My misophonia goes into overdrive around him.  I can hear him eating from my room, with the door shut.  He clanks his utensils on the dishes.  Clink, clink, clink.  I want to scream.  I am feeling trapped again.  I can't live like this.  Either he goes, or I go, I can't do this.  
He is talking about traveling with me.  I think I would fucking go insane.  

A lot to update

I have a lot to write about, but this entry is going to be short and sweet.
I have been trying to rekindle my relationship with my husband.  He has moved back in.  We started sleeping in the same bed the other night.  I have been exhausted!  He is a bed hog.  Not his fault of course, but a different alternative is going to have to be found.
Also, he seems to be stuck in the "mooching" phase.  Something he has always done.  Always trying to get something from others.  Right now he is down at social services trying to get food stamps after I told him that we probably won't qualify.  I'm going to have to take control of our finances so we don't end up in the same position we were in before.  Credit maxed out and unable to make the payments.  Need to work out the budget for April and stick to it!