So, after several months of living with, but separated from, h, today I signed up for my new house.
I feel sick. Dd still doesn't know, although she has obviously picked up that things between her dad and I are not the same now.
It still doesn't feel real. I still expect h to come home one day and say that he will make amends and change, although I know he will never change. He hasn't changed in almost 20 years 