After nearly 18 months of misery and soul-searching on my part and blustering on his, my H is finally moving out. We've been together 10 years and have a four year old.
I'm basically really happy about it -- he's been verbally abusive, has had at least one affair, is a heavy drinker and refuses to participate in my social life. Its a no-brainer for me and the only concern for me is for my daughter. I feel relieved and like I'm entering a new chapter of my life. There is some sadness that something I invested a decade in has gone pear-shaped, but basically I'm really looking forward to being on my own with my girl.
But for some reason, I'm absolutely petrified of telling people. To the point that I'm worried its some sort of clinical condition. I have been trying to tell my dad for 6 months and I can't do it. Can't tell any of my friends of colleagues. I feel this huge and overwhelming sense of shame and guilt when I think about telling them and end up making up excuses and lies in order not to.
Has anyone else had this?