Me and DP have been teetering on the brink for a good year now. Have tried and tried but it hasn't worked (for loads of dull reasons, have rambled on on threads about it on MN before).
DD went away on Friday, we haven't really spoken since. We were invited to a Jubilee party at the weekend, we didn't go in the end. Couldn't bear the pretence that we are happy amongst his family (all of whom are happy).
I am sleeping in DD's room. We have just had a conversation and decided that we can't go on like this. So that's it. I am going to move out.
Not excellent timing as DD is in middle of GCSEs, so will wait until those are over I think before telling her, which will give me time to plan and for us to sort finances out.
I feel like shit, but not as bad as Ithought. Am fine but have pangs every so often when I remember.
One thing - I will NEVER believe it again. Never. We really did love each other and look what it has turned into. Never, ever, ever again.
Just a ramble on, no need to respond.