It’s been a week since he moved out. We’re calling it “separated”.

The only people told so far were two of our three kids. It is so long overdue, and everybody knew how we never worked it out, it is so uneventful and blasé in this final time.

I told the one sister I can trust. I won’t tell my mother or other family, maybe until divorce is final. I feel I won’t get support. I’ll get ridiculed and mocked. That says a lot about my family.

The back/forth thing has been the hardest thing ever. What a trauma. This was an actual trauma. I will move on and heal. I had to remove the crazy-making trigger, and I hope to see a more sane me now free from it.

There was a lot of damage done from this toxic relationship. I didn’t realize how much it hurt our kids, but I do now. Everybody’s mental health is the priority at this point.

I’m feeling good. I’ve been caring for myself and getting support from therapists, and support groups.

I’m anxious but hopeful.

Just wanted to let you all know. I am so grateful to all of you here who have given me years of emotional support about this.