I got the email that my application has gone through and they'll be contacting STBXH with a letter he has to acknowledge. So the wheels are finally in motion for the divorce and I feel a HUGE amount of relief that it's finally happening.
I also feel terribly sorry for STBXH. He has no life at all. Just works (from home even before lockdown so that's fifteen years of working from home) and then sits in front of the TV all evening and then goes to sleep. Every single day this is his life. Never goes out or sees friends or anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm aware that sympathy isn't a reason to stay with someone (and I have no intention of staying with him) and during the long marriage there's been coercive control, paranoia that I'm looking at other men, domestic violence, emotional abuse, and being cut off from community/social life, so I can't wait to get away. But he seems to genuinely think that he's a great guy and I'm a fool who's giving it all up. Even the children pleaded with me for us to leave him, but he's blissfully unaware of that. At the start of our marriage he told me very proudly that his aunty told him to never allow me to go to work or he'll be sorry because I might run off with another man (the men in his family have a history of wives doing that to them, gosh I wonder why) and I wonder now years down the line if he feels it's worth it for losing his whole family for following the advice of such a dumbass (I don't blame just her, he was obviously dying to stamp his foot on my independence). I keep hoping he'll find someone and get married and be OK, but I am disappointed with myself for thinking that because it feels like I expect a woman to fix him. In reality he'll crush her spirit too and probably turn her into a friendless loner whose life is for serving him.
I don't know. I feel relieved and grateful (though I know the road is still long, but at least it's started) but also feel huge amounts of pity. Is this normal?