Like so many things we get in a pattern with, he has been locked in combat for years.
Me, I hid the combat, and wondered why my resentment came out in psychopathic symptoms.
I realized, that my inner life, and my outer life, were so far apart, as to tear my own psyche apart.
Rather than go the "crazy route" I was already pointed down (following my ex's family pattern set) I broke free and recalculated. My life GPS was my own, at that point.
There are some things that are going to happen, when a marriage finally breaks.
First of all, it is going to HURT.
Second of all, there will be collateral damage.
Third, you have to line up your resources, and hang onto them.
There is the dive into the tunnel, there is the long swim in the dark, and then there are those breaths of air on the other side. They come, long before you can see the light.
Be soft and open.. it is better to know you are going to be hurt, than to miss something you might want to have seen. At this point in our lives, we know how to take hits. Sometimes you have to careen, and bounce.. it's a starter point for bouncing back. Take the hit, it may help you stand back up.
Nothing matters but mutual welfare and freedom. Focus on that, work on that.
The nasty old things of the past, are what you are both working to be free of.
You can't focus on that enough.
Don't chew your own limbs off, to escape.
You might need them, later. Don't give up resources, you can't do without. Find a way to make it work, without selling your @ss downstream.
Be glad about it.
It's been coming, and this is the end of a lot of suffering. For the whole family.
Put the marriage down as compassionately, as you would a beloved pet. Even if you don't love the circumstances or members of the arrangement, the thing itself still needs to be mourned. The remains need to be able get dug into the earth, so that everyone can be nourished, rather than tormented, by whatever resolutions evolve from the dissolution.
I'm still apologizing to people I hurt, between episodes of me getting hurt. I'm not a hater, I reserve my wrath for those who work hard to earn it, but in my general "life angst" it seems my pain spilled over, even when I thought it was well hidden.
Reach out to friends.
I can't count the doorsteps I showed up on. Some of them just long enough to say "take care of him" and then walk away. Almost a decade later, I'm back in touch with some of them.
I was never more naked and aware, than I was in that time.
It was terrible, and magnificent, and I hope to never have to do it again.