Ex has been out of the house for three days. I drove him to his mother she after another stupid temper tantrum ruined a day out for the dc.
I was expecting by now to be sad, maybe even a little regretful.
I don't feel sad. Most of the time I feel elated. I thought I'd been depressed for years, but these last w days I've been my old self again. Family have noticed and commented on how much happier I seem.
I can listen to what music I like without being told my taste is shit, I can watch what I want on the TV, I can talk to family (no friends left) on the phone without being interrogated afterwards to check it wasn't a man.
The children are happy, they laugh now in the mornings instead of tiptoeing around, he was so grumpy in the morning.
I never even realised I was walking on egg shells, but the relief I feel now is incredible.
Ex is very angry. I'm not sure why this level of rage directed at me is fair. He says I'm unfeeling and he can't believe I've cut him off so completely.
Even though I have said he can see and have the dc whenever he wants, he keeps coming up with excuses why he can't have them right now and his family keep sending me horrible messages. I've never cheated on him and I haven't left for another man.
Sorry if this feels a bit rambling, I'm slowly coming around to the idea that I was a lot more miserable than I thought previously. I was even due to receive counselling, I thought it was due to miscarriages I've had but since he's been gone it's like a black cloud has lifted!
Is there something wrong with me?