I've taken the plunge, finally, after dithering for 4 years, should I go, should I stay, which is the worst damage to the dcs, etc etc (some of you kindly listened at a bad patch last summer).
Well I finally decided, enough was enough. Dh started on ds and was really losing it, screaming into his face, pushing him. Ds (aged 12) shot me this look, terrified, upset, the kind of look "why don't you do something?" and that was it, really. I've kept that look in my mind whenever I lose faith in myself. I told dh that that was it, I put the house on the market, and I found a buyer within a week, and I found a house I could actually afford in a nice place . A shoebox, admittedly, but a nice shoebox! I've got a solicitor and she's great. I should be divorced in 3 months.
Well, I told the DCs and they both just accepted it. After all my worrying, dd (17) said she could see it coming, and it will be better when we move, and ds said he wanted to move there that day.
I'm sure I'm not out of the woods yet. DH still refuses to leave & was on at me yesterday, saying it was all in my head, that I was just sulking and I would get over it. Arrgghh!
But I'm nearly there. And it feels really good.