I've got such lovely friends, even though I have hardly seen many of them for years, they have given me all sorts of bits of furniture for my house.
I will finally be in walking distance of loads of friends too, not three hours train away in the area that H wouldn't let me move back from where the only people I knew or could keep up any kind of relationship with were the ILs and the odd person that H went to school with
(H is ten years older than me, I have spent the last six years being talked down to - finally I can be 28 and not be ashamed of it.)
He is, however, now moving into the same street, after shouting and huffing about if I even mentioned moving back for the last three years... will be better for the kids at least, as long as I keep strict boundaries.
Weirdly, I'm not even worried about him being in my street. I think I disengaged from the relationship a long time ago. His moods are just...moods. I don't need to be affected by them any more. If he decides to act like a knob, the people around him will see and know what he is like. No more covering up from me.
Why was I embarrassed by his temper and treatment of me?
NOT any more!
i feel I need an empowered playlist or something.
i'm going to fill the house with my crap painting and craft and I don't care 