So after a long and horrible three months of fighting, soon-to-be XH and I have agreed the divorce arrangements.
He has a history of violent behaviour - cutting DD's (2yo) hair off after an argument, smashing things when he's upset with me... and the playing "The Victim" a la Lundy Bancroft to the hilt. After six months of Relate and leaving him twice I made the final move in January and have never been happier. He however has been loathe to let go - saying he loves me still even though he is on the online dating sites only three days after we split - and his profile saying that he doesn't have kids... 
Anyway, it's been such a nasty fight - he agreed a visitation schedule, then changes his mind. He threatened to go for 50/50 custody, then enlisted the help of Families Need Fathers to help him get 100% parental responsibility. The goalposts were shifting every day and it was so draining...
When he realised how much all of this would cost in legal fees, he finally agreed to a round table meeting today with a mediator and an independent witness so that we could agree arrangements one final time. I was totally prepared with all my logic, facts and proposals and I managed to get him to agree to everything I had suggested! It took all day and a lot of persuading but finally the arrangement has been settled, signed, witnessed and is ready to go to court.
I was over the moon earlier - not only do I remain as custodial parent, with a generous maintenance agreement and one overseas holiday together once a year to visit all our relations back in RSA - but he also has her every second Saturday night, giving me some well-deserved "me-time"!
So if all this is exactly what I wanted - and more - WHY do I feel so wretched? I've cracked open a bottle of Moet to celebrate but I'm sitting here sobbing over my keyboard... I should be happy, not sad! What's going on?
Anyone want to join me in a sympathetic
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