I moved out on Saturday. I was really excited and I know I made the right decision by leaving my husband of 1.5 years, after having been together for 7 years. I'm 31, so I've been with him since I was 24. Realizing I was convincing myself that he was my husband instead of realizing we actually weren't meant to be and I would likely never be happy in a marriage with him. He admitted to being insecure in the relationship and we both agree we are missing some vital components to intimacy, vulnerability, and friendship. We were great partners and made good major decisions together and looked great together on paper. Sad to type and read.
It's only been a few days, but I feel sadness every now and again. Not in that I want to go home or be back with him, but just overall sadness.
Hoping it gets better with time.