I asked DH for a divorce yesterday. It's been a long time coming and I was in agony trying to pluck up the courage to speak up. I finally blurted it out when he said we need to book a holiday for this summer and I realised that I just can't keep pretending anymore.
He said he was expecting it as I'd broached the subject last spring and he convinced me things could change. We both tried but it's not what I want anymore. We've been together 27 years, married for 22 of them and have two DC of 20 and 18.
I'm not the same person I used to be neither is he and we've grown apart. I've felt so lonely in my marriage over the years for various readons and at my age I want to stop lying to everyone, basically, and believe that maybe one day I'll meet someone I'm more compatible with.
I feel sick, so sad and guilty about what I'm doing to dh and my dc who both still live at home, scared about the future, paralysed by the thought of all the practical things I need to do, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to do this. Part of me thinks I just should have carried on as things were, but although my life was/is safe, I know I would always be thinking 'what if?'.
So, please can those of you who have come out the other side hold my hand and give me some strength. Tell me it'll be ok, that my kids will forgive me, and how on earth you go about unknitting 27 years of a life together and stay friends?