After a lot of therapy and a nervous breakdown, I called time on my marriage a few months ago, after years of severe emotional/psychological abuse, and some physical too. We’ve got kids and are now looking at the practicalities— it’ll be tough financially, I’ll have to uproot the kids.
The marriage was awful, but I am starting to fear the real break and have doubts. Maybe it wasn’t that bad? Maybe I am selfish to break things up over my own comfort/happiness/emotional safety? It’s almost like the less he’s been there the more I doubt myself.
The pull of for example a ‘family day out’ is so enticing, even though I know in reality we were always on edge and it was awful.
Can anyone give me a shove in the right direction?