Happy New Year ladies. I would really appreciate some hand-holding.
STBEXH told me he wanted a divorce last May (married 15 years, together 18) and made plans to move out immediately, but due to financial difficulties (his) and health problems (mine) he didn't actually leave our home until last October. I found evidence in June that he was seeing someone else, but he completely denied it saying I was insane and delusional and was adamant he was only leaving because I'm a dreadful abusive person. He spent the next 8 months telling me I have Narcissistic Personality Disorder and am incapable of feeling normal human emotions or caring about anyone other than myself.
2 weeks before Xmas He phoned me up, very drunk, and confessed he had joined a dating site early last year and had been seeing someone since last April. The relationship had just broken up and he was wallowing in self-pity. Everything I had suspected was true, and everything he had been telling me was a lie. The shock was devastating - I could deal with him falling for someone else, but he actively went looking for and started a new relationship before even telling me he wanted a divorce.
I'm trying to process the realisation that the cruel and humiliating treatment, verbal abuse and rages I endured before he actually moved out were entirely his choice. We had the option of separating in a civilised fashion, but he chose the most destructive and vicious way to do it, and tried to destroy my sanity into the bargain.
The marriage has been grim for years. DH suffers from MH issues including a major anger management problem and severe mood swings, he is verbally abusive and controlling and our friends and family are aware of this. I had counselling for a year before DM died and was eventually told I didn't need therapy, just a good divorce lawyer.
So WHY am I such a mess? I've been posting on MN for years and REALLY SHOULD know better. Everyone is telling me 'Good Riddance' - and that I should be delighted to discover I was right all along. But I've really lost the plot these last 3 weeks, can't eat, my business is going down the pan and I'm just about to put out a huge Post-Xmas Recycling Bin of Shame. Poor DS has had a weepy, pissed-off and frequently pissed DM to deal with during his uni break. I must to pull myself together, I have to see solicitors later this week to organise a house sale and kick off divorce proceedings. The thought of having to re-hash this sorry saga in further counselling fills me with despair and self-loathing.