He's Halfway Gone
Today - the day my H was supposed to start moving out - I found him this morning playing on the computer, no significant packing done.
I cancelled my appointments at work, cut off the Internet at our house (I'm the techie around here) and started packing. That got him into action. He even said "thank you" which he doesn't often say. I know I shouldn't have packed for him, but I could just see "the move" dragging on for days, weeks.
Very interesting - he said he had some friends coming to help him move boxes. The person who turned up was the woman I'd caught him sending romantic e-mails to 5 years ago. He started moving at twice the speed once she was present. At that point I figured he was in good hands, and I went out and met a friend for lunch, and stayed out of the house a few more hours doing errands and groceries.
If the two of them have got something going, I sincerely hope it works out. He sure wasn't happy with me for the last 12 years, and despite everything, I care enough for him to want him to be happy.