After two years of agreeing to go and then not going, exH finally moved out a couple of months ago. Marriage and divorce both now seem like a long process of realisation that I've been shit at setting and enforcing boundaries for my whole life. (Also that there's no point in trying to negotiate anything with a feckless, spendthrift alcoholic. If anyone is thinking of trying, please just walk away.)
Since he went, I feel like DC and I have a new lease of life. DC has regular contact so I do see him but it's soooo good not to having him lounging around my home all the time.
I never used to have any energy for fixing things around the house but in a matter of weeks, I did more than in the previous five years. Almost everything is now (passably) clean, functional and even decorated. I've rewired sockets, resealed baths and fitted lightbulbs in rooms with high ceilings or awkward fittings which have been half-lit for years. I've set up a play area for DC to keep her painting desk and books, put up pictures and Ebayed or Freecycled all the rubbish and junk. The spare room is now ready to rent out in the new year.
There's no trailing wires, beer cans and constant electronic noise of simultaneous Playstation and TV. I can hear myself think again.
No whining and sniping and sulking and passive aggression. No monosyllabic moods where I'm apparently meant to guess (and care) what the matter is. No whinging about self-inflicted problems that he could solve if he actually gave a toss. No making my blood boil by expecting profuse thanks for doing a normal amount of housework and parenting tasks, referring to "babysitting" DC as a favour to me or announcing that he's very tired and "having a day off" from all of these.
I've even got my musical instruments out and started teaching DC to play. (I used to play two instruments quite competently for my whole life until exH moved in but didn't have the heart to even unpack them for the last few years.)
My bills have fallen and my badly-dented finances are getting back on track. DC seems calmer and happier and has been "helping" me fix things around the house, holding torches and tape-measures. Apparently "Daddy is lovely but silly". Not much I can say to that one. I've tried to make sure DC understands the logistics, when she will see each of us and still knows we both love her.
I'm happy to be single for a good long time while I figure out how to avoid making the same mistakes again. While studiously avoiding all potentially available men, I've developed a bit of a crush on an older work colleague who's in a long-term gay relationship (I'm probably attracted to him just because he's so civil, reasonable and kind to everyone) - my subconscious is playing overly safe, I think.
Oh, the relief! It's marvelous! That's it really.
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So much more energy and life now that ExH finally, finally gone
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ChangingWoman · 16/12/2012 14:14
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