Because I'm petrified. And confused. I'm still not sure if I am in the wrong in all of this.
But I've left and am staying at my mums. The thought of going back to the house to collect more stuff scares me.
The thought of him seeing empty wardrobes scares me.
The thought of sorting finances really really scares me.
The thought of him seeing my son scares me.
I'm just so scared. The thought of having any conversation with him scares me. I know there's more to come where he's going to blame me for everything.
I can't go back and I won't go back but everytime I've left before, I've always gone back to avoid the leaving part.
I'm at my mums. She's great but also finding it difficult. We're squashed in her house with my 3dcs. I feel awful for putting this on her also. But I need her.
This feeling is absolutely horrendous and I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel at all. Not just yet anyway.