My birthday....

Ken got upset Saturday night and not really sure why. He got up early and went to church for the 8am service. The four children and I went to Mimi's Cafe to have some breakfast at 9am. I texted him at 9:30a to tell him where we were and that he could meet us there since I had a reservation for 6 on the patio. He texted back around 10:15a while we went walking out of the restaurant and we decided to meet at home. Once at home, we went into the minivan and drove to 57th and Harlem to pick up a birthday cake at Oak Mill Bakery. Ken was driving on the way there and on the way back, I was sitting in the front passenger seat. I was receiving text messages from friends and alerts emails from Facebook from people wishing me a happy birthday. Ken started complaining that I was on my blackberry too often so I told him that it was my birthday. He also mentioned that Dee (our counselor) told him to be quiet today and to let me enjoy my birthday. Got home, changed vehicle, I was driving the Camry to Naperville after dropping off Audrey at Walmart. While driving to Naperville, I got a few text messages that I chose not to check or answers to not start arguments. The dirty looks kept going all through dinner and on the way home Ken started to explode and raising his voice. Driving on I-80 about 1 mile from Harlem Ave exit, I asked him to get off so I could go to Target to get something. He accused me of setting a meeting with someone instead at Target. I told him that there were no such plan. He parked the car, despite 2 of the children sleeping in the back seat and got off the car to come with me in the store "to see what I was up to". I walked behind him, children in tow and Ken was looking at every black man in the store to see if I was making any kind of contact with them. One man was at the checkout line with a woman and happened to look at me walking by. Ken accused me of knowing him. Of course I had no idea who this man was. I was afraid that Ken would go up to him and could have started a fight, so I concentrated on picking up the jelly belly jelly beans with the children and did not respond to his accusations. All through home and for the following hour until I fell asleep, he accused me, harassed me and continued to question me despite the fact that I denied all of his accusations. I then decided to go to Caribou to grab an iced green jasmine tea and he insisted that I take Daphnee with me - I assume to make sure that I wasn't meeting anyone or talking to anyone. Both Daphnee and Julius ended up going with me anyway. On my return, I suggested a trip to 63rd street beach since it was sunset. We drove there and even though I was getting some alerts from my phone, I choose not to check it. The walk on the beach started well until he brought up all the issues again. The arguments carried on to the way back home and until the children were in bed. Then it really got heated and at one point he came quickly towards me from the basement door to the couch while screaming and came really close to me face. I was afraid that he was going to become physical. At that time, I asked him to leave the home soon. I told him that he needed to move out. He refused stating that it was his home and that he did not have anywhere to go.