Hi all. It’s been just over four weeks since DH told me he’s no longer happy and wants to move to move out (married for 13 years, 2 DC). He says he hasn’t been happy for years (news to me!!) and that it isn’t fair. Refused any counselling etc. Insists there is not a OW although I’ve lost all trust in what he says.To be honest, that’s irrelevant really. My marriage is over regardless.
I’ve somehow survived these past weeks and have read and researched til my head can’t take it anymore. Had a Solictor’s appointment, started counselling and today have a mortgage appointment as I’ll be buying him out. We have discussed childcare and finances and actually that’s been quite amicable and we have been able to reach an informal agreement. Obviously I’m aware of the formalities that now need to take place.
But this is so bloody hard. I range from devastation, to anger, to rare moments of positivity when I think about what my new future might look like. I’ve had time to reflect and I probably haven’t been happy for a while either.
The coldness and distance from him has been a killer and hurts like hell - I think I’ll be glad when he actually goes (he won’t until he can buy a property with the shared equity) because seeing him every day so detached is just horrendous.
We will be telling our DC as soon as the house plans are more firm and I’m dreading this so much, the thought of their world being changed in an instant kills me 🥺 And the constant brave face I’m putting on to the world is exhausting - but I need to for them, for now.
I’m so tired, so sad and struggle to see how that will ever change. This was not how I imagined life to be at 38. And I really don’t want to become a whining, self obsessed bitter old woman. This can’t life forever now can it? ☹️