I lived like that for many years. Hated my life, even thought about going missing! One day he was just lonking on the sofa as usual and I was folding washing, and I calmly said. "I think we should call it a day" That got his attention. I said "You don't love me, you need me, but you don't love me and I don't want to end up hating you, I want you to move out, so we can be amicable for the kids sake". There were tears and pleading but I stuck to what I had rehearsed and he went out. When he came back he said he had thought about it and agreed to move out. I helped him move out to a room ffor the sake of my little girl who was devastated. I hated helping but I needed to make sure she knew where he was and he was ok. Only wish I had done it 20 years earlier, but I had been too scared to.