OMG. I am there. Only mine was 12 years and I am older which makes it soooo much harder to "start over". I gave and he took the last good years I had left.

Then when I said I was moving out he stood there in his arrogance and condescension and told me he thought a change of scenery was exactly what I needed.

My hurt and rage are overwhelming me. I am having to depend on my kids to move (financial and physical) which makes me feel like a loser and failure AGAIN. In order to get their help I have to move by them and I truly hate that city. They are sharing the expense but still all I can afford after moving is a real craphole and serious comedown from what my living conditions have been for 40 years.

I am beyond devastated.