13 years, 3 dc’s, exH in new relationship (I was briefly but it wasn’t healthy, I ended it last weekend), 13 months under same roof since exH and I agreed to separate (but lots of time with one or other of us not actually there to give each other space) and exH is moving out of the family home tomorrow.
We are amicable, have finances and childcare sorted and DC are very excited about two homes and their first night at his new place (which is local). I called time on the marriage and know that we couldn't have gone on (we tried, we did marriage counselling etc.) and we will both be happier and better parents as a result but I am struggling so very much today, I am dreading tomorrow and on cusp of a tsunami of tears, tomorrow I will go to work, exH will take the DC’s to school and in the evening I will take them up to his and then return alone to the family home and the spaces where his stuff has been.
I have lovely friend having me and DC’s over for tea after school tomorrow so we are not rattling around the partially empty house waiting to go up to exH’s , I have other friends inviting me for lunch/cofffee on Sat to break up the day, getting the DC’s home sat eve and have friends and their DC for playdate/long lunch on Sunday and the usual schedule of DC activities too but it still feels odd and I am missing the companionship of now exBF I and struggling not to call him to say I miss him as I know that would be going back to him for all the wrong reasons. But I picked the wrong week to end it!
I feel sick with anticipation and really need some words of wisdom and encouragement about the benefits of living alone, the benefits of having some time when I won’t have the DC’s and well just that I will be ok. Thank you, and apols for the second overly needy post this week.