DH of 13 yrs and I have finally said goodbye. He officially left the marital home and moved into his own house as of this evening. My 2 DS's (3 and 5) are safely tucked up in bed. It feels v v strange. Feel v sad, but also a little liberating. Its been horrid for the past year, although as break-ups go, it has been amicable of sorts.
Not quite sure what to do with myself now. Should i be drinking a bottle of wine and drowning my sorrows, or systematically cleaning the house from top to bottom.
Any suggestions on how to manage the next few weeks with the DS's from ur experiences of break-ups would be greatly appreciated. Any danger signs? Anything to avoid?
Big, virtual pats on the back would be nice too