Me and DH have split after 12 years together. This has been coming for a while - there was no infidelity, no violence/huge rows, no big bust ups - we just haven't been on the same page for a while and weren't making each other happy.
DH had tried to split at the start of this year, but I begged him to reconsider and try again, so we limped on for a while longer. I knew it was borrowed time though - I began to emotionally detach and I wasn't surprised this time.
He's still here at the moment, sleeping downstairs. Circumstances mean that there is no way he can afford to move out at the moment so he'll remain here for a while, possibly 3 years or more. Strangely enough, we're getting on better than we have done in a while. There's lots of tears, but laughs too. We have 2 DC who we haven't told - they're pretty unquestioning of the situation (there was a bit of sleeping downstairs going on before this happened due to snoring and they seem to think it's an extension of that). I actually haven't told anyone yet - even though I know we've broken up it just feels like before, without any intimacy/physical affection.
I'm just so sad though. I knew this was coming. I knew we weren't happy, especially him, but I still thought we'd be together forever. I remember back to when we got together and when the DC were born and when we moved into our first home together and I wonder were it went wrong. I still love him.
Will it get easier? And does anyone have any advice about living together but being separated?