Today is awful. Packing with my mum. Been in tears most of the day and we both broke down this morning. Keep finding wedding photos, pics of the kids when they were small, all the bits and pieces bought on various holidays. So many memories.
I wonder if this means I'm doing the wrong thing or it's just natural grief at things not turning out the way I hoped and believed they would.
I suppose I will find out the answer to this question after I've moved out and things have settled down.
I haven't written it off, but maybe that's just finding it hard to let go. Or maybe it's because I still love my husband underneath all the hurt that we've caused each other. I know that I felt stifled in my marriage, unable to be myself and unable to grow up. He's not a bad man and has lots of good qualities but he is screwed up and would need to change and get rid of the 'Mr Hyde' in him. I don't think he can do that without time on his own to think about it all and finally admit to himself his own responsibility in our marriage ending up like this.
He has always been defensive and blaming me, because I haven't been terribly nice to him in recent years - this was because he hurt me so much with years of chipping away at my self esteem with his critical, passive aggressive behaviour.
He is heartbroken at what is happening, I know that. If he can reflect on it and accept his own part in things going so wrong, we might be able to move on together rather than apart. Only time will tell. Whatever, hopefully we will be able to rediscover some friendship when we no longer live together and co-operate in making a good and happy life for our children.
DD1 being very unhelpful, I need to make a decisions about big furniture to take tomorrow and she gets very annoyed and stressed when I ask her which wardrobe we need to take from here. And says coldly that she 'can't help me'. It's horrible. :(
Ah well, I'd better get back to the packing.