I told him over a year ago that our (22 yr) relationship was over and after a pain filled, often anger fuelled, distressing and frankly, shit year, he's going. Do I feel happy? No. Relief? No. Just the most heartbroken and guilty and upset I have ever felt. There was no affair, just me falling out of love with him. I have grown up with him, have never lived alone, he's a kind man, we have 4 beautiful kids. I am dreading him leaving although I find living with him difficult and am terrified of what happens next. But I asked for this so why do I feel so fucking awful?