Many years ago I was married to a raging alcoholic. He was verbably abusive and when drunk would chase me around the house and attempt to deck me.
I made up my mind, I was done. The Friday before July 4th weekend, I came home from work, over dinner I told my husband that the next day I had movers coming to the house, my things were going to be packed, and moved to a new location. The new location was 600 miles away and I was starting a new job on Tuesday. The divorce papers would be served to him.
I had no choice, I could not give him any heads up, my safety was in the balance. He
started screaming at me. I picked up my dog, and left, I had prepacked my car, went to a motel and returned the next morning with the movers. They packed up my stuff, half the furniture and off we went, never to return.
The house was sold 4 months later, the divorce was final in 6 months.
Did I feel guilty...no...am I happy that I made the decision...yes. I did what I had to do.
Don't let guilt stop you from doing what is in your best interest. Safety first.
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