I've not posted here before and I'm absolutely devastated to be requesting to join this thread but I have read each and every post on it from the beginning and it has got me through some very dark days/nights recently.
My situation/separation is slightly different and I'd really appreciate some wise words/advice to help me navigate this fresh hell I've been delivered into.
H & I have a 14 year history (married for 8). We were blissfully happy & we'd both agree on that (no rose tinted glasses). I had an unplanned pregnancy in 2020 (eldest is 18) & then was diagnosed with PND in feb 21.
My mental health since then has been very up and down and I became very spiky and difficult to live with at the best of times.
H tried to be supportive but our youngest was then diagnosed ASD, still non verbal at 3.5 years and does not sleep. H works days in a very stressful job, I work night shifts in an equally stressful job, my eldest suffers with MH problems and I suspect I am also neurodiverse as well as my eldest and youngest.
I can see that a build up of difficult circumstances has caused a pressure cooker effect within our marriage and we've both withdrawn from each other in order to protect ourselves and cope with the day to day.
H slept on the sofa from feb 23 as the youngest won't sleep with anyone but me & naturally from then the physical link that kept us connected also disappeared.
I tried to pull us together over the last couple of years and pleaded with him to meet me halfway. He was never interested in seeking outside help and constantly tried to convince me that all marriages went through rough patches and we'd get through it together.
We had a great family Christmas together 2023 but something inside me snapped soon after and after what felt like another pointless emotional conversation about getting us back on track I told him I could no longer live with a stranger as I desperately ached for my husband and best friend back and I asked him to really put in the effort and fight for us or to leave.
To my absolute horror he went and packed an overnight bag and went to his mums. He left on Jan 17th and has since secured himself a flat and fully furnished it in order to have the kids regularly (we have 4 kids).
My world and everything I know have been shook to the core and I literally don't know how I've got to feb 19th as it's all such a blur.
I can't make any of it make sense. I wasn't perfect and neither was he but he was my everything and he's still saying he'll love me forever.
I over analyse every little detail, every word said, I'm tying myself in knots and making myself physically sick going over everything but having to put a brave face on for the kids.
All your stories have made me feel less alone but it's gut wrenching this physical pain and I'm so sorry for everyone else having to deal with and experience the sudden loss of everything you once knew.
Sorry for the jumbled brain dump. Not sure what I'm looking for but solidarity to you all x