Something smells swampy

We "talked" about finances today. "Talked" is a loose term for yelling, fingerpointing, sniping and whining.

I feel like I have made my bed and now have to lie in in for another 10-12 years until Pup is out of school. Spending another 10-12 years in this house would be hell. Hell. Absolute HELL.
So, as I see it, I have two choices; a) leave and rent or b) stay and build house equity. Since I don't want to lose Pup 50% of the time, I have chosen to stay.

In order to move to a new house, Dog wants the following:

1) A large $500k house.
2) No mortgage, so we will have to save the delta between existing house (worth ~ $300k) and this new house. In two years. So that means I have to save $50k annually. That's $1923 per pay period. An amazing feat considering my take home is just shy of $1800.

Can you say "unfuckingbelievablyunreaslistic"?

So when I said that is impossible, he asked what was reasonable. I said "$10k". So you know what he said? He said "Then I want it in writing that I own more of the house if I am putting more in."

"Fine" I said. Then he said he doesn't want my name on the deed.

Wait.
Backup.
Huh?

I wonder if he will try to sell me swampland in Florida too...