Well, hopefully he’s man enough to be able to say, “I’m sorry”/“I was wrong”/“Forgive me”/“I love you” sooner than later. And hopefully, when he does, you have the fortitude to say, “I love you, too. Come on back.” Instead of, say, something along the lines of, “Well, that was really stupid. I hope you realize how stupid that was? Because let me tell you how stupid that was…” Which is an accurate, truthful, and understandable response— but not a very constructive one.
So… he left. And he took 90% of his household goods to his mom’s house. So, that means that his mom’s aware of everything, and yours, being next door, are also probably aware. So it’s not like it’s a big secret or anything… but it’s telling that, in his quest for independence, he had to go run off to his mom for help.
So-- let a bit of time pass. Let him stew in his unhappiness, and let him discover that his quest for something independent and meaningful isn’t to be found where he’s looking. And let him reason his way through his crisis, until he reasons his way back to, “You know, I was part of a team, and I don’t like not being part of that team.”
And in the meantime, you can reread the prodigal son parable over and over and over. The prodigal ultimately went back, not because he was sorry, but because he was hungry. And even though it was embarrassing, asking for your inheritance while your dad is still alive, and then squandering the whole thing, and then going back to his face and asking if he’s got a job for you— well, a little humility is better than dying of hunger.
Perhaps your husband will come back, not because he had a realization about love and family and unity and God and his place in life, but because living in the midst of y’all’s love and support is better than sweating or freezing and hobbling around in a 22-acre field all alone. And that’s okay, too… if that’s what it takes to get his feet back on the right path.
Hugs. Let us know how things develop.