Hi again, sorry for delay, am on some pills which are making me feel all over the place.
I had 3 ephiphanies. The first was in 2009 when I was stressed at work, and in fact off sick, fed up that he would not work, and thought and thought for about 2 months, decided to divorce him, saw a solicitor. Then I had a moment of doubt, which remained, that I wouldn't manage on my own, and also my DF was upset and thought my DD, then 18, should not have to go through witnessing a divorce. I decided to give it another go. But at least at that time I opened my own bank account and transferred some money from 'our' savings (actually money gifted by DF). I transferred my SSP to that account, and paid all further monies - my ESA and some gifts - into there from then on. Ex was outraged that I had my ESA paid to me, not into the joint account!!
I did try over the next few months and years, but my issues with housework and him contributing financially were dismissed by him and the DC, so I felt very alone. Added to which my mental health, attributed to bi-polar, but I am certain a response to continual abuse and undermining, continued to be blamed by all.
I was put on lamotragine, supposed wonder drug for bi-polar depression, it made me worse, and my head was continually running thinking what could I do to improve things, surely Ex would see as he was a decent man, what he was doing. Even though he refused to engage in conversation with me - it was always the wrong time if I tried to talk, and he never would start a conversation. Things got so bad that I rang my local community team for an appointment - well, tried to, when they put me on hold I just collapsed in tears and put the phone down. Instead of Ex helping by taking care of me and ringing, I had to persuade him to ring for me. My brain then realised that he was no support and never intended to be, it stopped going on and on and went quiet and I could think properly. Came off the lamotragine.
Things continued to be bad, with Ex refusing to engage, saying he wanted parallel living, which I agreed to - this did not mean paying equally or doing equal housework - it meant nothing, and later he said he'd changed his mind.
I went from having no medication to having ADs again (paroxatine) last year, they worked and my brain stopped its mutterings and I got clear headed again. After him not helping at all with a family trip down to London last summer, we decided that was it. Although I still would have given him another chance if he had admitted his faults and addressed them, idiot that I am.
In the September I spent the evening crying hysterically, he just ignored and went to bed, I finally did what I had often thought of doing, packed a bag and went to a hotel. As soon as I drove away from the house I felt almost completely better, that was the point at which I understood my state was a reaction to his treatment. When I got back I posted on the Emotional Abuse thread. I filed for divorce, my depression went although obviously stress was horrific at times. And here I am.
Phew! Don't know if that's any help?