Please somebody slap me. In June I threw out stbxh who was moody, angry, resentful of my job, felt burdened when he had to have the kids on his own, contributed almost nothing to running the house or raising the kids (dd2 has ASD, dd2 Dyslexia, both need extra support in various ways). At times he was verbally abusive and scathing towards me, and miserable.
In recent months I have felt variously: euphoric, proud, liberated. But in the last weeks our separation agreement is nearly final and the mortgage about to go into my name. The cold nights have drawn in, I have had a very, very, heavy heart and suddenly realized today that I am feeling guilty for 'not giving it more of a chance' with stbxh.
FFS I gave it ten years (the rot set in with the first child) during which time I also gave him an ultimatum (sort your anger out or I'm gone, which he failed to do).
So why the hell am I feeling like this? Is this like a grief thing? Am I losing my mind?????????????????
Open to all interpretations/opinions including a good hard slap round the face.