It's been over a year now since I packed my DH's stuff and he left.  To say I stuggled is an understatement.  I cried so many nights alone on my bathroom floor that I thought I might never go back to good.  He created a successful campaign to discredit me, and I lost all of the friends I had made in the last four years.  It was pain heaped on pain.  I was shocked that my friends chose my alcoholic highly dysfunctional probably sociopathic partner over me.  I went down a terrible rabbit hole of believing I was as bad as he said.

Ok- only been married for 2 years- am I really ready to call it quits? Possibly. If any relevance, I'm 51, he is 42. Dad doesn't know boundaries with my 2 SDs. One is 9 and the other 22 this week. Little one is a daddy's girl, nothing I say matters, she will go behind my back (or even whisper to daddy) if Ive told her no. Daddy's says I'm mean to her, always telling her no. I witness more than he does. Her momma, (they were never married) basically stalked me when she heard daddy was dating. Messaging me, telling me what a loser he was, etc.