In October I posted in here about my marriage and when we know we've reached the end of the road. My husband has some mental health problems and I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, making excuses for him, anticipating what might make him kick off. Shortly after this my husband needed a routine op so things settled a bit and we went back to "normal" Since lock down things have once again become unbearable, made worse because obviously there's been little or no break from him but this time he's moved out. I'm staying in the house and paying him a lump sum (what's left from my pension LS but nowhere near what he's entitled to). A solicitor is drawing up a sep agreement and he's moved out of the area. So the next chapter of my life is beginning. I feel guilty and anxious but most of all relieved. I'm hoping that the grief over losing what should have been will diminish over time . Off to buy paint tomorrow!