I separated from my STBXH, moved out two weeks ago. It was the right decision, he is a recovering alcoholic who occasionally falls off the wagon, he's aggressive and has been violent towards me, and is controlling. I became isolated and low in self esteem. Now I've made the break and getting settled with DCs in a safe home, I should be happy.
But this is the first weekend DCs have stayed with STBXH. They're back in a few hours but their absence and the silence in the house has hit me. This is my reality now, and it all depends massively on me. I had vomiting bug this week and it was so hard to keep it all going, DCs are quite young and not accommodating of my illness! I am in a temporary job and have to apply permanently in the middle of all this emotion.
I also suddenly miss STBXH. It might sound crazy when things have been so bad but I do understand that his behaviour is in the context of a childhood of abuse - it doesn't excuse him but makes me feel for him. I think I also miss companionship, someone to talk about my day at work, share the frustrations of dealing with a pre schooler, watch Strictly with. I'm sobbing, and I partly feel like an idiot for missing him, and partly worry that I've jumped to the nuclear option in separating and destroyed my DCs' world without trying hard enough to mend my marriage. I can't think straight, can anyone help me get perspective or a grip? Thank you.