Things have not been going well for a long time.
So, we decided to have a "break" from each other as I have been desperate for some space to gather my thoughts and to reignite my feelings for him.
He moved into the caravan 3 weeks ago and we told the DCs some trivial reason that they believed. We have been sharing the DCs via a rota and I have been sitting in the caravan doing a few hobbies, going for walks, going to the supermarket when its his turn with DCs in the house.
I thought it would have reignited my feelings for him, but it's done the opposite. I feel more like me than I have done in years, I have more energy for the DCs (one of my worries was that I wouldn't cope as he's so hands on), my head feels so much clearer, I don't feel like I'm drowning, I don't feel ashamed of myself when I step out of the door to chat to the neighbours because 5 minutes ago I'd been inside swearing at DP, I have energy for friends, I feel more excited about life. I aren't making a huge effort to be nice to him when actually, I'm furious because he's left the kitchen upside down. I can just tell him I'm pissed off and then he's in the caravan anyway, so I don't have to speak to him.
I'm however devastated.
It means that we are going to be separating and I'm going to put my children through something I had to go through as a child which I found deeply upsetting. I'm going to have to find a new home and probably a better job.
He is already depressed and I know I'm about to break his world apart (he's a good Dad).
I realise that many of his behaviours are antagonistic, that I'm not a shouty, sweary person really, that I am drained by his constant need to debate about tedious, trivial matters that shouldn't matter. I realise that to not have him to talk to about my day makes no difference, because he never had my back anyway and would throw any weaknesses in my face later on. I feel free.
I don't have him saying we "can't" do this and "can't" do that, because I do whatever the hell I want on my days with the DCs.
I am not tired all the time. Trying to stay up late to spend a bit of time with him because I'm going to bed earlier. I am sleeping wonderfully without being woken up by his snoring, tossing and turning.
I have time to think about my health and eat healthier foods without him complaining about the lack of unhealthy carbohydrates on his plate.
I realise that we have actually been living separate lives anyway, we have separate friends, separate hobbies, separate interests and values.
BUT...
I want to know, is the reality of separation and seperate houses a whole different ball game to this? Am I getting ahead of myself to think... "yes I can do this?!"