Wayne called yesterday and as part of joking around asked if I wanted him to come home.  I said of course, but it got me thinking and by last night I was telling him I didn't want to live with him anymore.  Long talks and he didn't even seem really mad.  He did end up begging for me not to do this.  I guess he really does love me and I do love him, I just don't know if I want to deal with him anymore.  He had a bad temper, and a bad attitude.  He puts me down and hates almost everything I like.  He spends money we don't have and I feel like I should be able to spend some too.  That just makes it twice as bad.