I know I am still in the early stages, but finding it very hard, I am still living in the same house with husband, as he will not agree to sell. I'm tired and frustrated. I cant live Im just breathing.
I totally empathise as been in that situation. If you just think that it cant be forever and sort of bluff your own mind switch off and focus on you and son . from my experience,and im a weepy emotional wreck 90% of this last 12 months,it will sort out and you can then switch back on and rebuild your life and be YOU again
take care chin up looby
I remember being like that. I left nearly a year ago. It was hard while they all played happy families and I was living in squaler. Thing I did was live day by day. Try and move something forward by an inch a day. That way a whole week later U have 7 inches of forward movement. I know its hard and its a terible shock but keep your head above water and keep padling. There will be light at the end of the tunnel and U will defo get there. Many been on the same road as you and many will follow you. Your in a good place. U have many friends here. Chris.
Know exactly where you are coming from, it is such a difficult time and made harder by having to live in the same house. It will get easier, you will be happy again, try and stay positive.
For the last 5 months I have been getting through and living with extb. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now as hopefully me and the kids will be moving before xmas. A few weeks ago I suggested to my extb that we take it in turns being at home at the weekends. This weekend I will be going to stay with my parents, I will miss the kids but won't have the stress and strain of being around him.
his word "will not accept or do anything to asisst divoce" .
I have been trying to ge him to agree to sell it for the last 8 months, I took a chance and put it on the market, but he took it off.
Thank you for all your kind words, weekeds are the hardest, he will only look after his son when it suis, normaly that would be for an hour or two over the weekend, but if I go out and take my son, he says I am stopping him having acess.
Which inturn makes me feel like a prisoner, because it just gets nasty.