No more crap jokes that I'm obliged to laugh at.
No more paying off HIS debts.
I can eat what I want when I want, feed the kids what I want and have a takeaway when I want - FROM where I want.
No more having a smelly dump in the loo just as I settle in for a long hot soak and then leaving the door wide open...despite there being a loo downstairs he could have used.
NO MORE COMPUTER GAMES.
NO more finding "lost" car keys in the morning.
No more stinky cigarette smells in the house or moods when he was trying to quit (again).
HIS computer room is now DS's bedroom, OUR bedroom is now MY sanctuary.
No more waiting for years for jobs to get done. I just do it.
HIS tool shed is now THE KIDS shed soon to be my workshop/extension
There is more room in general, everywhere. I was amazed at the "space" he took up.
I can go to bed in the day without it meaning something else to him.
The bins, the DIY, the lack of sex, the responsibilty etc are still no match against the pro's of the single life, even with kids.