Oh goodness, these are heartbreaking stories, and so many of these man deserve a swift kick up the backside!
I was in an OK marriage to a good man. We'd been together since our teenage years and I felt like I was just drifting through life. Over time, he'd just got used to me always being there and stopped looking at me, listening to me, prioritising me and after several failed attempts at fertility treatment (we already had one DC), he let me down so spectacularly that it was enough to make me realise I couldn't carry on with a half-hearted life. I wanted more. I needed more.
I left and rented a tiny house for my son and I, and other than initial wobbles, I've never looked back. I felt strong and in control, and when my son spent time with his dad, I could spend time thinking about what it was that I actually wanted out of life - I'd lost all sense of who I was and what would make me happy.
We've both remarried now and my ex and I get on famously. My marriage is genuinely incredible and I feel seen, heard, appreciated and cherished in a way I never did before. We've been together 15 years now and together, it feels like anything was possible, and we've taken huge steps towards goals that I know I never would have dared dream of before.
Leaving is terrifying I know, and there's a lot to be said about safety and security, BUT thinking of the future and knowing it doesn't excite you or make you happy can also be a terrifying prospect.
Love and luck to you all x