I cannot seem to get past the guilt of being responsible for breaking up our little family. We have been living in limbo and flatness for the bulk of our marriage. Good people but extremely incompatible and certainly do not bring out any lightness in eachother.
We split for a year but then he returned on account. Of a health diagnosis and I suddenly felt utterly gripped by guilt that he shouldn't be away from the kids at all, life shorter etc.
We have now committed to buying a second home nearby. But I cannot make peace with it or be at all excited as I feel I am so wrong to want or feel this way.
No chat, banter, adult relationship, chat of future, fears or dreams, nothing. Just the humdrum. Yes we have two young kids that we utterly adore and are always front and centre. This is going to crush them, or is it really or is that the stigma. We will live only a few miles apart but we are essentially then no longer operating as a single household family and I know how that effects kids, something feels hollow in the world.
But whats the alternative at this stage. We made such a mistake. It's such a flat unhappy home, only joy with the kids, but we are both tired and worn out by loneliness and our own isolation in the marriage.
the grass isn't greener etc - I am really feeling that. Staying and leaving both seem grim but we cannot live like this.
Am I crazy to think leaving is better so that there is at least hope for us, or am I utterly naive?