I left my husband a month ago (for a good reason, which I won’t go into just now). I am now staying with a relative.
I just went back to the marital home to feed the cats (because my husband is away, and I offered to feed them in his absence). I found it incredibly hard being back in the house. I got very emotional. I didn’t want to leave.
Even though I left my husband because I ultimately wasn’t happy, I found myself wanting everything to just go back to how it was. Surrounded by my stuff, all the things I’m used to, my creature comforts, and the environment I so lovingly created… my garden, my tiles, my wooden floors, my blinds, my mirrors, my bath, my windowsills, my sofas … it was heartbreaking. And it really tested my resolve.
I just wondered if anyone can relate to this. I could really do with a hand-hold this evening.