Long drawn out divorce. I filed because he was emotionally abusive (I think, I doubt myself, but Women’s Aid seemed to think so). He hasn’t spoken to me since, even in front of the DC. We’ve been stuck in the same house like this for over a year.
But next week I’m moving! I’m all packed and ready to go. He’s keeping the family home so it’s really strange that this home will just carry on without me (kids will be 50-50).
Just looking for a handhold to get me through the next few days! I’m scared, excited, sad, happy, everything all at once. Most of all it feels surreal.
AIBU to feel so weird about it? It will be ok won’t it?