Has anyone ever left and hated their new life?

[mynotsoperfectlife]

I just need to talk, don't get annoyed with me. I'm scared.

What if you leave and it all goes wrong - children hate you and you are permanently broke and struggling and you miss the children and a thousand ands.

And you miss them even though they are a grade A bastard!

It's the fear of the unknown op and I completely get that. I'd say if you really feel like you are very unhappy with your dp and you cannot see things getting any better then take the leap and leave. It's will be the scariest thing and you'll have times where you wonder if you're doing the right thing. Then you'll get moments where you get the opportunity to do something you never thought you could (a diy project at home or a new job etc) and you'll start to feel a sense of pride in yourself and you'll build on that. You'll look back on your old life and think no amount of money, nice houses in nice areas etc can possibly beat how I feel about my life now and my achievements and those thoughts will give you an immense sense of freedom...

My exP finally left our home yesterday and, I'm not going to lie, I feel absolutely shit about it. However, it took me a long time to come to this decision and I know its the right one. I think my mental health and general health would have suffered if we had carried on.
Yes, at times I wonder what the hell I've done. Yes, at times I wonder if I might regret this decision. But, only time will tell. I do know that its the right decision at this point in time.

I left my abusive ex 3 years ago. I left the family home with the children, taking only what I could fit in the car.

For a while it was very, very tough. I was a bit of a mess mentally, traumatised really. I was living in temporary accommodation which brought its own challenges. I was on benefits as well which was really difficult as I now realise a lot of my self worth was caught up in being a professional/married to a professional (I was a SAHM). I wanted him back just because being on my own was so hard.

I didn't go back though and things slowly got better. I found a nice house to rent, and when the youngest started school, I got a job. It's fairly low paid and low status compared to what I was doing before I had the DCs but I like my colleagues and there are prospects for career advancement.

Leaving was the right thing to do definitely. Things are tighter financially than I'm used to but I manage. And I get to decide what I spend money on and how to budget which I love. I do 90% of the parenting and it's easier now I don't have someone constantly questioning and undermining me. Plus, I cannot tell you how lovely it is not to live with a man who is constantly angry, messy, sulky and controlling. I feel so much lighter.