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I left a month ago. The logistics of doing it were terrifying: I have a job that pays well, but it's a 2-hour commute each way, and I live in a very high cost-of-living area. I've got three kids: 10, 8, and 6.

We'd been together 20 years (since college), and married 17. We'd always talked about how great it was that we got together so young, but I'd come to realize I had no idea what a healthy relationship looks like, and bit by bit, my life had ossified into something I didn't want. Things had gotten emotionally abusive, and everything was about the importance of a tight-knit nuclear family. I did the majority of the childcare because he worked (from home) a lot including weekends, but any consequential parenting decisions I made that he didn't like got overwritten. It felt more like being an unpaid babysitter than a parent.

We had almost no local friends, just friends elsewhere. One of the tipping points for me was actually the piece in Culture Study about reorganizing your life around friendship. I realized THAT was something I wanted. I wanted to have friends nearby. I wanted to show up for them, and model that for the kids. I even forwarded it to my now-ex, but it didn't seem to click at all for him.

He suggested an open relationship a year ago, but we agreed at first we only wanted something casual, and didn't have the time or emotional energy for something more serious. One thing led to another, though, and I ended up with a girlfriend. Having to explain so many things about myself and my marriage to a new person -- after so many things had just been a given for so long -- was eye-opening. As were her observations on the situation. Through her, I got to see for the first time what another life might look like. What it could look like to have a group of friends nearby, and go and do things with them.

I also came to realize that my moderate drinking for 20 years was essential to make my marriage sustainable. All we did together involved drinking. When I stopped (and he didn't), things got uncomfortable. When I did an experiment and drank with him again one night, everything felt suddenly better. I panicked; I didn't want to be the bad guy here. But a friend pointed out that even if it's uncomfortable for him, too, he's not ever going to leave. If I want a change, it has to be on me to make.

Two weeks later, I'd gotten the paperwork together to file with the courts while he was out of town, and a few weeks after that, he was served with the papers. I was terrified; I'd moved everything I'd have been really sad to lose to my office or my girlfriend's. I didn't know if I'd be able to go back to the house after that, and would have to fight for custody. But he was shocked into silence in the conversation, for the first time ever, and I got to say my piece. And a funny thing happened: suddenly a reasonable, pleasant, polite, and even deferential person showed up in our interactions since. I never would've believed it, but that broke through something. To be honest, it was annoying: I'd told myself he just didn't have it in him to be that person, and it turns out he did, but had chosen not to. But the end result is still much better than most scenarios I'd prepared for.

The kids are doing just fine; they knew about divorce from the "Baby Sitters Little Sister" graphic novels by Ann M Martin and haven't seemed particularly upset about it. They weren't shocked to hear we were divorcing, but were over-the-moon excited about the prospect of having TWO SETS OF HOLIDAYS.

I've literally never felt this good in my life. Several things that I thought were just chronic medical issues suddenly disappeared the week after serving papers. There's lots of things still to figure out (e.g. I can't afford to keep the house) but several times a week I'm suddenly grateful that of all the possible worlds, this is one where I actually made the choice to leave.

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Oof. While not Mormon, I left an extremely controlling marriage to a catholic Italian-American who believed my purpose was to bear 12 children for him. He himself was one of thirteen and thought that his mother did it all right. He threatened to call off the wedding a week before if I didn’t promise him a dozen offspring. I was 24 years old and, at that time, nothing could have been more terrifying to me :/. Without going into too much detail regarding the emotional abuse, I somehow lasted ten years with him. However, because I am a dentist, I had the financial resources to leave. It was the emotional and social side I had to navigate. He and his large family did anything and everything for literal years to destroy me and my reputation but I did it somehow. If I can do it, others can too.

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