I'm 28, officially separated from H at the beginning of Feb, so not long at all. I say officially though, I had been weeping and gnashing teeth about it for months. Weirdly, I just feel relieved...
I've moved over to the town I come from with the kids, which sounds terrible, but H also lived here for 18 years and we were only meant to be moving to his home town on a temp basis. Three and a half years of not having any friends, being away from my very close and large family and only having a stroppy drunken arse who refuses to do anything apart from go to the local rough pub on the rare babysitting nights (and the nights we don't have a babysitter he goes by himself...) and I was begging to come home. He kept turning it on to me, saying I was being snobby for wanting to do arty things and go to gigs rather than sit laughing at sexist jokes in a pub that doesn't even serve real ale. But then I am apparently common for wanting to hang around with my family because they have a big telly and are poor. Twat. Of course, now I have left him he is full of remorse for all the shouting and isolating and drinking and slamming doors and swearing etc etc etc...
But yeah, I'm staying at my mums house with my 5 and 3yo DDs, but we get the keys to our new house on Thursday.
H has taken out the tenancy on a house in the same street as my new house, which will be good for the kids at least, but a bit puzzling given that he apparently hated the idea of the town (?)
He's actually being OK, but I am used to him being nice for a while until he thinks I have forgotten him being nasty, so I am waiting and seeing...