I don't need any answers to this, just wanted to moan on a bit and get it out of my system.
I have recently managed to escape from an abusive husband, which I do not and will never regret for one second (except wish I had done it sooner). Today is my birthday and I have hit a terrible downer. I am 49 and looking around at what an almighty mess I have made of things: no home, no job, no money, no friends because ex alienated them all [my very best friend, who stuck it out much longer than the rest, I finally fell out with a couple of years ago because she criticised ex and I stood up for him ... how ironic is that?]. My family is only really my Mum (Dad dead some years ago, brother far away, sister I am not close to).
The only worthwhile thing I have achieved - and I accept it is a huge worthwhile thing - is my wonderful ds. Even there, I feel I failed him badly by not getting out sooner.
The feisty, beautiful, spunky and funny young woman I used to be has been replaced by a fat, grey, boring lump. I know what I need to do to get my life back on track, but the list is so long it's a bit overwhelming.