i'm really struggling with it.
Sounds daft, but I left him because of EA.. he wasn't a happy man, he sucked the joy out of life, home was a constant barrage of being called lazy, of him muttering, of never being happy, shouting, tempers, slamming doors, giving orders, harassing me for sex, telling me I couldn't go out, calling me lazy... it was just miserable, and I had enough.
He really struggled to let me go, and we're trying to keep it friendly for our DC's but he's constantly making out like he's the victim, like i'm the 'bad' person for leaving him.
Yes I left him, yes I 'broke his heart' yes I tore his life in two and he's now struggling and depressed... but he made my life hell.
Why do I feel so guilty? Why can't I feel like the 'victim' in this after everything he did?