As I explained before, I went to see the notary to get a quote for the legal paperwork to buy him out. It was hefty but managable. I put together a financial plan to be able to keep the house, and drafted an separation agreement.
With every breakup I shoved the paperwork under his nose.
At first he refused to sign the papers, claimed the house was 25% his, that he was legally entitled to live there, that he needed to be compensated for living there. He started not to come home in the evenings, staying out all night. One day early August he came home in the morning, freshly showered with new fresh clothes on. He claimed he bought some bottled water and washed in the parking lot of the supermarket. Yeah right... At that point I refused to share a bed with him (love life was already gone for more than a year). He moved to the garage, sleeping on a (very thin) mat.
Things then took a turn for the worse for him: his employer had to shut down. He came home one night in September and told me he himself had given his resignation (no unemployment benefits in that case) and that he expected me to support him. When I refused to do so, he said he would break up with me (what a shock). I welcomed this suggestion and again shoved the papers under his nose. From that point on, I have also refused to cook him food, mend and wash and iron his clothes or help him with his case (he is in a law suit with his previous employer). He went to my parents (I kid you not) so they could talk sense into me. He had them fooled too: after a tearful story they even invited him to a very fancy dinner early October. The night after the dinner, you guessed it, he broke up with me.
He claims it was only then that he started to look for a place to live (did I mention the garage has no heating?). I am not buying that, three days later he had keys to his new place (where I live it takes at least 5 weeks to rent an apartment). He however refused to move as soon as he had the keys, claiming he could not get the time off (from unemployment?).
This is the point in the story where it all turns around and bites him in the ass. I came home early this week (on a hunch) and I find him emptying the house. I had him there, under our common-law marriage he cannot act alone when it concerns mutual things or the family home. I threatened to call the police, which got him angry (boo-hoo), to which I replied that he could take anything that was his, if he signed the paperwork. Without signing, emptying our house constitutes theft. Wednesday night he signed the papers, he moved out on Friday.
The only advice I can give is stick to your guns, act on your hunches and have the paperwork ready!