OK so I peaked a little too early...
Today I was mostly in bits. I mourned the loss of the hope that one day our family of 3 would be happy. Now I accept that this will never be. My days of worrying when he will kick off are over, my angst at wondering how late he'll leave it until he gets ready for us to attend x, y or z's gathering, no more.
Nevertheless, it's the death of that flicker of hope for him to one day be a decent human being that really does hurt. It just make everything feel so raw.
He called today to talk to DS. It meant a lot to DS to speak to him and at the end of the call, I thanked him for it.
He apologised over and over, told me how much of an idiot he'd been, how he needed to tell me that he'd make it up to me, no matter what, no matter how long it took. How he realises how great I was, how much I did, how valuable I was. How he owes me a whole heap of presents (told him that's OK, not to bother)
I was able to talk to him today without anger. (OK so the last time we spoke I tore him to pieces, and brought him RIGHT up to date with the fall out he's cost me emotionally)
The reason for this I think, is that I've started the dating process and am I'm detaching even more as each day goes by.
I see how other people are treated, and I really want to be able to love with my whole heart, with no fear, not shame, no worry about repercussions, I want to initiate the delicious act of making love to a real live loving person, and not just be a person that has stuff done to them, the way he wants, when he wants etc. I want fairness, equality and happiness. None of that was ever going to be possible with X.