So now the time when I tell H I want to separate is creeping nearer, I am seeing all his good qualities. Thinking that if this wasn't happening, you know, if I wasn't wanting him to leave, where would I be in my life? I'd be living in a home that I love, in a wonderful part of the world where everything suits me and is just right. I'd be looking forward to supporting my DDs in their next life stages, maybe a holiday next year. I'd still have some money and job worries, but life would be good. I wonder if my health would be better too.
I'd have a DH who is often interesting and intelligent, who shares the same opinions as me on politics and social issues and who is widely considered to be the nicest man in the neighbourhood (he's always nice to the neighbours). I'd have a life companion. My future, my 60s 70s 80s, it would all be on a firm footing.
All I'd have to do to get all this good stuff is ignore what H has put the kids through, ignore him refusing to do anything in the house, ignore his tantrums and rages, ignore his total abdication of any responsibility for anything. And all of it, just ignore it, handle it differently, pretend it didn't happen or that its ok. And then I'd get that cosy, comfortable future that I can see dangling just out of reach ... 