Separation has been a blessing and a curse for me. I was never able to sleep in the same bed with my W after the bomb -- my insomnia was unbearable with W always sleeping on the very edge of the bed (I don't know how she could have done it -- she too couldn't have been getting any sleep.) Now I can.
I didn't eat hardly at all while under the same roof, now I eat enough just to sustain my current weight.
We don't get as many chances to argue now. And I have less of a chance of irritating her. I find my life a bit more peaceful. And I am not around to see her absense from our family or spending so much time with her "friend"/"friends". My sons don't get to see their mother regularly disrespect (I started to write "disembowel") their father.
But it also means, for me, that I don't get to see my children every day. I don't get to tuck them into bed in person every night, nor to greet them at sunrise. I get to expereience the loneliness that my W never really gets a taste of in this unbalanced equation.
I also don't get to counteract the negative propaganda that MIL and the "friends" put in W's ears. I am not there to defend myself from the constant character assasinations. Of course, she only hears what she wants to anyway.
