I think I know the answer to this, but currently I'm very sad. I asked my husband to leave our home in May, after realising what I was experiencing was emotional and verbal abuse. Initially I asked him to leave and get help, but he refused, so I said it was over. I can't emphasis this enough, this was the hardest thing I have ever done. I have adored this man for 14 years, I grew up with him. He is all I have ever known. Ultimately I did it for our daughter. I grew up in a toxic home and didn't want it for her.
Since this time I have muddled along ok. I have had counselling, sold our home, and am in the process of completing the sale and purchasing my own. He jumped straight into a new relationship, introduced our daughter. He was vile. There is no two ways about it. I have tried to meet jom half way on everything. He has pretty much 50% access to our daughter, we are splitting the assets 50%. He on the other hand accused me of restricting access to his daughter, threatened that I wasn't entitled to half of the house. He rewrote our history, making it out to be something it wasn't. Accusing me of forcing him into marriage and children. Accusing me of abuse.
This was until November, when he messaged me to tell me his relationship was over. Part of me wants to believe that he means the things he has said about how sorry he is. How much he loves me and how much he regrets what he has done. He has told me he wants to start an abusers programme.
And so now, instead of being confident in the way forward, my brain has started wondering if there might just be a chance for us. I'm remembering all of the lovely times. The shared experiences. The hope we had. And I'm really wondering. Can somebody change or am I just causing myself more pain by living with this glimmer of hope that I don't feel I can control? I feel like all the progress I have made in the last few months has been lost and I'm back to square one.