I wonder how many people are in this trap. We separated after 13 years of marriage, 18 months ago. Husband reluctant to let me go, even though he didn't have an ounce of care or attention to direct my way for the 13 years I spent feeling like a dish rag and like it was my fault for expecting too much.
I was devastated for the kids and devastated that I had taken so much deadness for so many years and not really seen it. Just felt dead.
So having got through that, I would now like to be able to make a fresh start and have some space from his brooding, but can't see a way forward without him hanging around, as I lost my job in June and am now financially dependent upon his maintenance for covering my costs, in order for the kids not to have to move community/school etc. It is draining and feels hopeless, quite often. I feel claustrophobic and like when I get out of this prison, I'll be an old woman.
If he rents somewhere else, he won't have anything to contribute to us staying here. So at the moment, he is living in a touring caravan in the driveway.
If I wanted to start again, if I met someone, I would not be much of a catch. Three dependent children, no job and ex living on the driveway. I so wish I would have got out sooner, rather than keep hoping that things would improve.
Could you look at the caravan option as an interim? I couldn't even afford to buy the caravan myself so had to ask my Mum for the money.
We would have more disposable income if he hadn't treated himself to a brand new car, to compensate for his feelings of depression and inadequacy. I feel like he has robbed my life and I have stupidly let him.
If I go out to see a friend or ask for some time 'off', he tries to make me feel like I am a crap mother and selfish, then tries to persuade me it would be better if I left the house and children for him to take on without me. I just want him gone now, it feels so unhealthy to be in this limbo and I can't believe, after having a decent career and financial independence up to now, at the age of 43 I am completely powerless and direction-less.
Now I'm desperately trying to think of ways to get some income together, so that I'm not so dependent on him and he can find a new place. And trying to focus on gratitude that at least we have not lost our home and the kids have some stability in the midst of this.