Well, naive me, allowed even organised a civil standby last night. I called the police. 

He arrived, in his mercedes sedan, and his posse along for the ride in the white GMC truck (marital assets). The hag friend who is on the title so he can drive it but not risk it getting taken away, his ex wife toxic troll (now they are besties) and power sulk because she wanted to "say goodbye to the house she grew up in and hasnt seen in a year and a half. I  gave her the guitars she hasnt played in over a year despite her pleading tearfully to keep them theres no room.

I guess that you all probably saw this coming. Hopefully you are as suprised as I was.

So, Ive had a day. But it ended up with more love and support that I ever dreamed of, not even in my wildest imaginations. And not in my wildest imagination would I ever be able to believe what has happened today if I hadnt lived it. Let me get some candles lit, recounting this is going to need some calming vibes.

To answer your questions here is a brief update:

1. I went to my house yesterday and Princess Powersulk was there leaning against the garage crying. Her father, mr Chokesalot, sent her there for her "things" and was acting very angry and agressive with her. I filled her in on the facts. She hugged me and told me she was sorry and that she loved me. I just said that "hes not the man we knew and loved, hes on drugs". She knew and understood. I asserted that the online postings she saw were all lies and that hes mentally unwell.

Hi folks. Thats the title of a song by jack johnson we used to play when hanging out beside the firepit in the backyard.

And it hasnt really applied for a long time. But it COULD have...

So - updates:

- My family and friends are rallying behind me.

- Its now HIS idea to live as platonic housemates, and he claims that he wants a divorce

- No more policing on social media. He has blocked me.

- We have our own rooms with locks.