I've been unhappy for a long time and my husband doesn't know how far I've got emotionally. I've quietly applied for a rental because I couldn't face telling him I wanted to leave and then having nowhere to go. The landlord has accepted me subject to referencing.
The secrecy is absolutely killing me.
I feel excited about the possibility of having my own home, then horribly guilty because he has no idea. I'm waiting until I know the flat is definitely mine before I talk to him because I'm terrified of telling him it's over and then having the tenancy fall through.
Has anyone else done it this way? How did you cope with the guilt? And when did you finally tell your husband?