My H left a month before Christmas. One of the most cathartic things that I did was book a hotel room for New Years Eve. I took my diaries and spent New Years Eve on my own in a hotel - I went into the city, bought myself a cocktail, toasted myself (to my new life) and dinner, I went to watch the fireworks at midnight and then went back to my hotel room and slept properly for the first time in a long time. No children, not in a shared marital bed, it was the first time I had a sense that I might be alright. I am planning to try to go away somewhere this New Year too.
It may sound sad, but actually I found it liberating to just be able to do things exactly the way that I want.
xxx