Finally, some 10 months after the wife and I decided it was all over, the first tentative steps to physical separation are being made. As I said a few days ago, we have filed for divorce. But there is another development.
I’m moving out.
Following arguments of a few weekends ago I have finally decided that I can no longer remain in this house. The neediness of my mother in law and her inappropriate attempts at playing happy families have taken their toll and I no longer feel I can stay here.
I hoped that this wouldn’t be necessary until I got a new job more relevant to my qualifications and most importantly – with better pay. But needs must and I’m moving into temporary lodgings until I’m back on my feet and can afford my own place.
I feel a mix of emotions: relief, frustration, numbness, concern about whether I will get on with housemates (as I’m quite the introvert I do like my own space) and the dawning reality that my marriage is truly over. From next weekend I may never sleep another night in this house and that is a weird feeling in itself.