My Facebook memories tell me I split up from XH this weekend 10 years ago after 20 years together. I was terrified, mostly about money, I was in (and still am) in a foreign country, 2 young children aged 10 and 7.
I think I have had the best 10 years of my life. Don't get me wrong, being a lone parent with absolutely no support has been hard, but my DCs are amazing. One is in art school, the other just got accepted to the university and course he wants.
My XH made my life a misery, he criticised me constantly; my parenting, my capacity to earn money, my ability to keep the house and garden clean and tidy and he never, ever supported or helped me. If I had my hair cut, I was always asked how much did that cost? I was never allowed to buy new clothes and he took nearly all the money I earned because he needed it to survive while he worked all week in the UK.
I have had the best years without him, although to be honest, I do have the philosophy that a life well lived is the best revenge, which has probably motivated me. I have such a great life, brilliant friends, brilliant DCs, a job I love, I can now speak the language of the country where I've chosen to live, I get my hair done every 6-8 weeks (his voice does speak in my head every single time), I go on holiday. I cannot describe how much better my life is without that man in it.
I waited 6 years for a relationship and then began another relationship for four years, sadly that has just ended, but amicably, we just weren't right for each other. But the one thing I do know is, I never want to live with someone again. I'm happy for a couple of evenings together a week, and a couple of weekends a month, sex obviously, but I do not want a man in my life 24/7. I love my independence, I love being accountable to me and only me, life is good.