Hi OP- your situation is so similar to mine and I thought I’d try and offer you an insight into how it’s gone for me, just over a year on from where you are now.
I decided to leave my husband just before my 31st birthday, after 4 years of marriage. We had been together for 12 years. That was a year ago.
No kids, but lovely shared house, dogs, cats, and a shared friendship group.
I had been fighting a feeling for a long time it wasn’t right. I’d tried, so bloody hard, to make it work. But I stopped finding him attractive, and resented his lack of drive and feeling like that I needed to mother him.
it all came to a head one random weekend, and I just realised I couldn’t do it anymore. No fireworks, no shouting argument. Just, this isn’t working for me. I didn’t want to be sat across the table from him in 30 years time thinking “is this it”.
We sold up, split the pets, and split our assets. Again, no drama. The divorce was amicable but took a while.
We put a joint message together to send to friends along the lines of “we’ve made this choice, we both feel awful, but ultimately it’s what’s right and we would appreciate your support and respect while we go through this tough time”. I didn’t tell wider family until I felt I wanted to. I told my manager at work, but otherwise just left the news to trickle. I never felt the need to do a big announcement beyond the close people who I wanted to know.
You’ve also got no control over what other people think: leave them to it. People will come up with their own narrative and it’s not on you to correct that.
I moved to a new area of London, he’s now moved to the Home Counties. We occasionally cross paths at friend’s events, but that is becoming less frequent. I also dog sit very occasionally.
There were trigger points: when the final divorce order came through in December I sat at my work desk and cried like a baby. He also got a new girlfriend pretty quickly and she plastered pictures of them both all over social media, which knocked me seeing him with someone else.
The initial period is heartbreakingly tough. I felt so guilty that I maybe hadn’t tried hard enough, that I should’ve fought. But ultimately I did everything I could, at the time I could. Hindsight can try and mess with you but just write down all the reasons you had to leave.
We spoke about it afterwards and agreed we were both exhausted, trying to keep going.
Remember, even though you were ultimately the one brave enough to pull the trigger, you both loaded the bullets. And you are so brave for doing this now, rather than being scared to leave and being stuck in a situation you aren’t happy with.
Be kind to yourself. The next year will be rough. But the shit days get gradually further apart.
I took my rings off when I moved into the spare room, but I still wear my engagement ring on my right hand and am in the process of having designs drawn up to remodel that and my wedding ring into a new piece of jewellery.
I’m dating again now, and genuinely don’t think my age (32) has made a difference. It’s scary but I’ve also found it so liberating getting to know me as an individual, instead of part of a two. No one I’ve told about it really gives a shit to be honest.
I still have the occasional bad hour or day, and still feel like I’m grieving the life I thought we could have.
You will get through this. It’s rough, but you will, and you will come out of it stronger and happier.
(I’ve also had a lot of therapy which helped!)
thinking of you xx