Everything Devastated Dee said!
I am out of the relationship with my SAXH now - not even originally by my own choice, as he had an exit A - but damn it's insane how much better I feel without him.
I of course miss him, and I still cry over what I've lost.
BUT imagine this life:
- coming home and NOT feeling tense about what you might find. Opening the door and KNOWING that there will be nothing except for what you left there yourself, because he is not there to leave anything
- Knowing that if you do find something out of place, there is a perfectly logical explanation for it because you are not living with someone who is completely dysfunctional
- cleaning your house and NOT finding random paraphernalia in cupboards/under bookshelves/behind bed frames; also NOT having to listen to the absurd explanations for why those things are there
- NEVER being triggered by a certain noise going off on their phone again
- NEVER feeling like a crazy person when you just KNOW that something is off about their behavior because you've seen it hundreds of times before, because now you don't have to watch out for the behavior AT ALL
- NEVER having to wake up to phone calls and/or texts in the middle of the night
- NEVER wondering who he is texting/calling/incessantly messaging on Words with Friends (yup, my husband did that one too!)
- NEVER questioning your own sanity when you SWEAR you saw an image of a naked woman pop up on their phone, but when you go to check it it's not there anymore
- NEVER going to turn the TV on, then noticing that the volume is down to zero, which can only mean one thing, he didn't "fall asleep" on the couch watching a movie, he was out in the living room to stay up all night watching porn while you and your daughters slept, and lo and behold, there is the same DVD in the player again
I'm sure we all could add to this list forever and ever.
I agree with DDee, I am currently close to $20k in debt from having to pay rent at my old place where he was fucking his AP because my name was still on the lease, while simultaneously renting AirBnbs and hotels just so I could keep my job, plus paying out of pocket for weekly therapy with a trauma specialist. And I am infinitely less stressed than I was while living with him.
When living with him, any little thing out of place could send me into a tailspin because even if I wasn't doing it consciously, my brain was always subconsciously looking for whatever might be "off" to try to protect myself. Now, my apartment is a disaster because I've been crazy busy with work and therapy, and I couldn't care less about it because it's MY mess, and I know I won't unintentionally find a trigger.
[This message edited by HeHadADoubleLife at 3:18 PM, March 30th (Saturday)]