I’m a good number of years ahead from where you are. I fully relate to all of your posts, I was there too for almost ten years. I took the plunge and split with exH when I was on a very small part time salary and had a young child.
Even after all these years, I still maintain that it was more difficult to take the decision to leave than dealing with the consequences of it.
Yes, my ex turned nasty, withheld child maintenance and tried his best to make us homeless but… here’s the key thing: he didn’t turn into a nasty person because we divorced, he was already that before we split, there where red flags everywhere but I had chosen to ignore them, even after they made me fell out of love, because he was a “good friend”, helped with the house and always woke me up with a cup of coffee. The plain reality is that we were not having the fights we could have had because I, myself, became very skilled at keeping the peace at home, being diplomatic and defuse situations. Also got very good at taking care of all the logistics and putting myself at the end of the queue so he could enjoy his hobbies and greatly advance his career.
You wonder how are you going to survive on your own, you really do, but you find a way. You may end up realising that raising a child on your own, keeping a job and the house in order is much easier when you don’t have another adult tripping you down, increasing your workload or making you feel miserable and trapped day in day out.
Life after divorce has not been easy but has been happier, it has up and downs but even when things go wrong you know there is hope and you will find the way to sort it. I have found this very empowering and a much better life than living a day at a time. It is a struggle no doubt, but that comes also with feeling alive.
My son no longer has contact with his dad. People may think it was because we divorced but again, the flags of what was to come were there, he may have taken him to the park, taught him to ride a bike, and read stories for him but he was really nasty when DS didn’t do as expected, and it was escalating as DS grew older. You slowly start seeing the damage living in a toxic home makes to your kid: the walking on eggshells because everybody is angry, the little mediator helping out when things go wrong, the constant appeasing of dragons at home (those two frustrated adults unhappily living together at home).
With regards to the finances, it was not as bad as I expected. I learned to cope with it and live with far less money I imagined possible. I have a job that is ok, a lovely house I am proud of and a happy child now studying in a top university. My clothes now come from Primark rather than Hobbs, my face cream is no longer Clinique but Aldi’s and all the lovely things in my house from toys to furniture were found in charity shops but we have lived ok and most importantly, happy.
Divorce is not a failure, the failure is to stay in a situation that is making everyone miserable, you need a lot of guts to leave but it is like jumping into a swimming pool with cold water, you get the shock when you get it, but then you get used to the temperature, start swimming and love it.