How is this fair?
He’s in our lovely house with the car and everything he needs and I’m waiting to see somebody who has to try to find me somewhere to live and I have to work out how to get there.
The thing is, at no point over the weekend after I fled on Friday evening and sat on my own in a Travelodge ( which im grateful for ) at no point have I regretted leaving. I regret leaving it so long.
ok so I’m scared because after 34 years of being treated like a child and doing nothing for myself, it’s the unknown- but I’m actually ok!