Looking at the calendar this morning I see it's exactly one year today since I announced divorce & here I am out the other end! - go me. 
Today a year ago was the beginning of 67 days when my acutely controlling & abusive dh upped the ante and bathed me in acid & roasted me in the fires of hell before the police, child protection & his own hot-shot top-drawer lawyer forced him to move out of the family home. Today a year ago was the culmination of many months tearing my hair out on MN scared shitless how I'd cope out in the real world after living with someone for 21yrs who tried to control what I wore/ate/what roads I drove down. Who didn't let me do the food shop or go to work. Who hadn't slept with me for 12.5yrs and who ultimately sent our dc to hospital with a nervous breakdown. Now I am totally free. I have the house, a bit of money and the dcs. I got over my extreme fear of doing the bills etc for myself and instead of being completely isolated, I've found myself surrounded by new friends. I even have a new man in my life too, someone who's utterly selfless, kind and loving. Today I have the decorators in, we're remodelling exdh's old bedroom so it looks nothing like before. He finally only removed his possessions a week ago. My new house will be unashamedly flowery & feminine. It's unbelievable how far I've come, I never thought I had it in me.
& anyone?