Our marriage hasn't officially ended yet. It has been in death throes for months, but neither of us has made a definitive move and we metronome back and forth towards and away from the place where we used to be happy. We have almost broken up too many times to count, and I am just so very tired of it all.
So now when we have a half-hearted spat and stop speaking to each other as is the case right now (completely and literally), I'm fantastising about life after marriage. But not in a "I might actually get to have sex" kinda way, but in a "I'd have time to myself at least every second weekend" and a "I wouldn't have to pick up after him and his teenage offspring" way.
Am I deluding myself? Am I suffering from major "grass-is-greener" issues? Should I really hang in there? Because apart from all the wonderful FREEDOM I can smell on the other side, I also see the pain that will come with not seeing my beautiful DD every morning and kissing her goodnight every night.
I would really appreciate the wisdom of other MNers!
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