My marriage has been over for 4 years. We had always had a stormy relationship and we separated 6 years ago. I fell apart and took an overdose (not just about the marriage, I had had a very toxic relationship with my mother too. She was an abusive alcoholic) and I begged him to come back. He did and in a last roll of the dice, we made the decision to leave London and move to coastal Dorset. I am homesick and regret it bitterly. However, we are here and have some friends and part-time jobs. The issues which drive us apart are still here. He is a binge drinker. We have an adult son who lives here and doesn't earn enough to move out and DH keeps on about my 'breakdown ' and reminding me how ill I was and throwing things back at me. Mostly I have tried to absorb this and carry on. I was frightened of becoming suicidal again and unable to afford moving back home to London.
He has told me three times that he wants to leave over the past 2 years and I agreed to it. I was ready to get the house on the market etc and twice he has backed down saying he did love me and blaming lockdown, the depression of getting old etc etc. He is 65, I am 63. He was drinking every day when he wasn't working and becoming unpleasant and insulting. I snapped this week. My son is also difficult. He was addicted to weed and I don't think he is taking it at the moment but I am not sure, I can't smell it. My gut wrenches when I worry about him. He is bright and handsome but wastes his life in a rubbish job. He has no friends here and hates his father. It's a three way mad dance we lead.
This week after Dh was vile yet again, I waited until he was sober and laid out 4 options
- We sell the house despite the dire economic situation and I try to move. Can't afford to go home so would have to stay down here. Fills me with dread and fear.
- He moves out. He can't afford rental on his salary so would have to dig into savings. I can't afford to run this house alone either so would also dig into savings. Nor do I want to stay here as I dislike the house.
- We live as flatmates until the economy picks up and we can sell.
He preferred option 3, as on balance so do I.
If you've read this far, thank you. Sorry for long winded post. Has anyone managed this situation with success? It isn't a great house for living separate lives. One open plan living area but luckily 3 bedrooms. Any tips on managing things? I am so lonely. I have had counselling and it has helped a bit but I feel homesick and tearful. I dwell on the past and am angry with myself for putting up with this crap all my life. I am naturally a peace maker as I grew up with warring parents. I hate conflict now. DH is remaining polite at the moment and family coming for Christmas. Many 'mutual ' friends events coming up.
Thanks again. Can anyone give me advice on living like this? X