Words of hope. I recently spent 6 months separated from my husband, in a similar yet different way than you’re doing.

We had some really painful, even scary fights. And much as you describe, the decompression of space was SO necessary.

Not to be all light and love and shit, but we ended up breaking through the societal programming on many levels, and found our way back to one another again. It’s better than it ever was before now - and still… a work in progress.

Keep going. You can’t get through this thing without taking the brave and lonely path back to yourself. I see you, and from a distance; offer my support.

You’ve got this. The time is here to make the big changes. And they ALL start with this work.