Over a year and a half here, but I think the end might be in sight.
I am keeping busy. Very busy.
I am using this time as a respiro to put my affairs in order.
I have re-arranged my finances. I put part of it in the DD pot, for the running and upkeeping of this house. The rest, I save. Every penny of it.
I have moved my own DD into a personal account (car, insurances etc).
I renegotiated and transferred in my sole name stuff like electric and gas, BT, etc. (In the meantime, we pay the bills joint). So when we move, all I need to do is give the new address. I figured, one: it's cheaper to re-negotiate in my own terms and time, rather than desperately sorting things under pressure and with not a lot of money), two: I have a ballpark figure, I know what to expect, it's like a dry run if you want. And all the contracts are for one year. I'll be here for another 6 months. So if I do need to chop nd chande, I'll only have 6 months to wait.
I have been slowly buying stuff for the new place. New bedding, for example. New hoover. New teaspoon (all the teaspoons here are ruined after years of black tea. Every time I wanted to buy new ones I was bullied and told no, I can't buy them, I'm just a spender. It was a control thing, he wanted to be the one that declares in front of his family: these teaspoons are DISGUSTING, about high time you see that, wife!). Anyway, I got these really really sweet, modern and very very posh teaspoons :)))))
So yes, I am bidding my time. I keep my cards to my chest.
He won't go for my savings, or partage or anything, I'm having the lot. He thinks I don't know he inherited money (that he keeps in a secret savings account). He knows that if he tried that, I won't be shy to go for a chunck of his precious inheritance. I hinted at it and he turned pale. So we're all good. More tea, anyone?