Hi, I am in my 40s, married but no kids. I left my husband a month ago when I realised I could no longer tolerate his controlling behaviour, the psychological games he’d play, and the emotional neglect, and the constant underlying sadness and anxiety I felt as a result.
I’m staying with a family member for now, and it’s great that I can do that but it’s not a long-term solution.
I’ve agreed to go to marriage counselling, but I don’t think my DH is capable of changing and even if he could, I’m not sure I could forgive him for the damage caused over the years. And so I think it may ultimately end in divorce.
I am pretty sure I want to be independent from now on, whatever happens, and whatever that means.
But being independent might not work out to be all that great. I really want to buy my own flat, and start a new life living somewhere nice where I can feel comfortable and be close to my family. I feel like I really need this… my own space where I can take time to lick my wounds and recover, knowing that I still have an asset for my future.
But even if a financial settlement went strongly in my favour, I would struggle to afford to buy. Maybe I could get a pokey one-bed flat in a rough part of town, but I know that will just make me depressed and won’t be the safe haven I desperately need.
Basically, divorcing him will mean a huge downgrade for me in terms of housing, and I may even fall off the property ladder altogether which really frightens me, because it will be so hard to climb back on it… and it will only get harder as time goes on, this is just the way of the world now. And it could take a year or two to reach a financial agreement.
Not only do I feel scared, but also bitter. I hate the fact that leaving my abusive husband is going to leave me in a shitty financial position, no matter which way the cookie crumbles.
We had literally just reached a place of financial security, after 8 years of scraping by. We had just sold our modest semi and had an offer accepted on a beautiful cottage in the country together. And I’ve just chucked it all away. Gone.
And now all I can get is a crappy flat that I probably won’t want to live in.
I know I did the right thing leaving, but my options are so limited and it’s really making me feel quite depressed and anxious.
Because of this, a lot of the time I feel like maybe I should just… go back to him. Maybe counselling will help things improve a little bit… maybe just enough to make the marriage tolerable, even if I’m never truly happy, even if I will always wonder what life could have been like if I allowed myself the opportunity to meet someone who actually knows how to love me…
Has anyone got any words of encouragement or advice? Anyone here been in a similar position? Has anyone stayed, and made a difficult marriage ‘work’? Anyone regretted leaving? Anyone managed to rebuild and be happier, despite not being financially well off?