Or maybe it doesn’t?!
My marriage ended and we had to live together for a while until he was finally removed by the police, and since then it’s been just me and the kids. It’s only been a couple of months but omg it’s bliss. Pure pure bliss. I can breathe out properly and relax, and make my own choices, and have things as I want them! He was a horrible emotionally and financially abusive arse, massively controlling and didn’t disguise his contempt for me and enjoyed tormenting me. All that has stopped dead and I am spending my days happily rearranging and sprucing things up. The children are so much happier and calmer, even though they miss him.
I don’t particularly want to go anywhere and am so contented to stay home and relax. I know this is mostly a reaction to how crap things were, but will it end? Will the novelty of contentment wear off?
I’m in my 40s and I have no particular wish to meet another partner, it all seems far too much like hard work. I thought I might get a rescue dog and focus on the kids and the garden.
When do I wake up from this?