So it's three weeks now since he moved out and I'm doing so well! The house is happy, I realised I was doing everything on my own anyway so it's actually easier to not have him here and I get a break Every few days when the kids go to his. It's a bloody revelation!
I also realised this week that all the things I was afraid to lose were things that were mine anyway! The christmas', birthdays, family dinners, days out, adventures together, date nights, a happy lovely home.. all things that I planned, I executed, atmospheres that I created.
It's like someone's taken blinkers off my eyes!
I still get moments that hit me, when I realise this is my life now and I feel sad that what I thought I had and I what I hoped for isn't there anymore but they pass quickly. I still catch myself checking from time to time for evidence rhat it's still on wirh phone girl but much less often and I care less, its just a scab I can't completely stop picking at but the good moments are long and the tricky ones short.
Not one real life person has felt sorry for me, they all tell me how much better off I'll be now. Many say they never liked him, they saw he was manipulative and selfish.
He is moping about feeling sorry for himself. I guess having to clean your own house, cook your own meals and entertain the kids on your own isn't all it's cracked up to be especially when you've got no friends to break up the time.
And I'm going on a date tomorrow. Because I can and he seems nice 😆