Tomorrow is the day I finally move in to my own house after spending the last 9 months sleeping on a mattress in the spare room. (In hindsight I should really have sorted a bed, however I didn't want to invest when I wasn't sure of what I'd like for my new bedroom. Thinking about it now it's bizarre!)
I'm not really sure how I feel at the moment. I haven't felt any excitement at all, only anxiety and stress. I cried my eyes out today.
DH have been together 10 years and married for 6 years but basically separated at the end of December. Main issue is his relationship with my 16yo DD; they absolutely hate each other. There's a huge backstory in that DD was involved in an incident with her Dad 4 years ago and my DH reported it to the police. DD has never forgiven him as she blamed him for being unable to see her Dad for a couple of years. (Her dad was violent towards her and SW advised we keep her away).
Since then their relationship completely deteriorated and the strain just took its toll on our marriage. He started drinking every night (at least 1 night per week binge drinking) and things spiralled. DD was bitter towards him, and he eventually snapped under the strain and basically was unable to hide his feelings for her. Shouting, name calling, unreasonable strictness.
I'm not blameless in this either. I have a history of anxiety and depression and this was exacerbated as a result of all of this. I struggled to cope with my home being a battleground and would either isolate myself or my anxiety would be such that I would be short tempered. I found my respect for him gradually lessening as I saw how he treated my DD and in turn me.
Whenever they argued they would both expect me to take a side. If I tried to reason with them and explain that one of them shouldn't have said / done something, then that person would be furious with me. It felt as though no matter what I done there was always going to be someone angry at me. Walking away and letting them sort it out didn't work either as DH expected me to back him up. I felt like running away from my life numerous times.
I should point out that my DD has diagnosed anxiety and bulimia and is undergoing the slow process of a Neurodevelopmental Assessment due to some of her behaviours.
The strain has been unbearable.
DH bought our house before we married but when we were together. Mortgage in his name and he bought it with a view to it being our family home. Been here 8 years. He paid the deposit then we halved everything else. I went through a period of having to work part time due to childcare and paid a lower percentage towards mortgage and bills to reflect that but have paid full half for about 5 years now.
DH refused to move so I started looking for somewhere in February and then lockdown hit. Finally able to view houses in June(?) and finally moving tomorrow after a lengthy mortgage process due to Covid. The only furniture I'm taking is all my DDs bedroom furniture and my dressing table. I'm buying / have bought everything else and I'm also leaving all of the appliances, cutlery, crockery etc. I've spent the last couple of days going up and down to the house to clean, start moving things over, buying stuff such as hoover etc and lugging it over. I asked DH if he could go in to the loft to bring out anything of mine...you should have seen the look on his face
I've honestly been through the ringer with this whole process start to finish, from viewing houses, the mortgage application process, solicitor fees, date of entry being pushed back again and again, packing up about 20 boxes. I ran around this evening doing all the last minute things while he sat on the sofa with a beer.
DD is distraught at the thought of moving. We're literally moving a few minutes drive away so she will stay at same school and actually be closer to the majority of her friends. She has made my life a living hell over this. Calling me selfish, horrible etc. I picked up the keys on Friday and when I took her round she literally picked apart every single thing
She's been a nightmare all day and evening, and DH has had a go at me for not fighting for our marriage.
Sorry for the really long post. Not sure what I'm looking for from this. I guess I just needed to write this down somewhere as I'm feeling so deflated with it all. I know I'm doing the right thing but have felt really sad about it all lately. Plus DD is making things so difficult 
I'm hoping that one day I'll feel content.