Eighteen months ago, I left a 22 year marriage and although I can't say it hasn't been tough going, my head knows it was probably the best thing I could have done. There are moments when my heart says otherwise, but I think that could be sentiment - wanting to go back to what was familiar; missing being part of a couple.
It takes courage/guts to walk away from your hopes and dreams, and freedom's not always everything it's cracked up to be, but being able to relish making your own choices as you move forward inch by inch, day by day - what TV programme to watch; what time to go to bed/get up - suddenly you realise you're not accountable to anyone else any more. It's a lonely path sometimes, too and if it hadn't been for the support of wonderful friends I'd probably hjave crumpled long before now, but if I can do it, you can too.