I left my exH a couple of years back and now I’m feeling regret and temptation.
The situation was complicated. It took me a long time to leave, for various practical reasons, but the reasons for leaving were valid and included a degree of psychological abuse towards me and our children.
In other ways though, he was supportive. I was ill for a long time and he was wonderful, patient, looked after me when I needed it. Indeed, his care surprised me as he’d had a tendency when we were younger to dismiss any illness I had, or claim he was just as ill. Presumably he’d learned to be better during our very long relationship. Having heard that many men walk away when their wives are chronically ill, I realise that this was strongly positive.
We shared a lot of interests and got on very well a lot of the time. He was good company and often made social situations easier as he was good at chatting, where I struggle. He used to drink too much, but had cut right back. He travelled a lot and I worked part time, and he had begun to take me with him sometimes. We were looking forward to the time when we were free to travel more.
So now, two years on, I’m struggling living alone. It’s probably partly down to covid, but I moved to a new area and still don’t have any real friends. The children are mostly grown up. They don’t see him much, but he has made efforts to treat them well and has been generous financially (which he often wasn’t when it came to the children when we lived together).
I think I’m struggling more with the loneliness and lack of companionship than anything else. I also find working full time a real slog as my health is much better, but still not perfect. He and I have had a lot of contact lately, for practical reasons, not casual chat. It seems stupid, but I’m fighting the urge to ask him if he’d take me back. The children don’t want me to and I know when we were together, there were times when I felt that staying with him meant ignoring the fact that I know it interfered with my self respect, because I felt I ought to leave him, but didn’t.
Part of the temptation comes from the idea that it would be easier to get back to a stable relationship quickly. The idea of starting from scratch is not appealing, but neither is being alone permanently, and perhaps that’s the problem. If I had friends to do things with, perhaps I’d enjoy life more.
So here I am, in a rut and wondering what to do about it.
If anyone can help me through this, I’d appreciate it.