Yet I’m numb n in shock. My husband well I don’t know guess he’s my ex husband my beautiful talented loving sailor gone. I woke at 6am rolled over and I realise its not a dream. We’ve had no contact since 10am yesterday. I don’t know where he is, if he had a roof over his head last night. I’m trying to give him space but I’m so desperate to contact him. To me marriage isn’t a disposable thing to be thrown away. I know my sailor. He has mental health issues and he’s not been getting the help he needs. We’ve had challenges in our marriage. We’ve faced things n it brought us together. The last month on top of both children sick, our girl (well his stepkids, my kids) broke her foot. We’ve had financial pressures on top of emotional pressures. We’ve been harassed by 2 lots of neighbours including 3 cars damaged, gardens n fences damaged, constant abuse by the kids threats to kill. We did the right thing police, mental health, housing managers n nothing stopped it. We’ve both had little sleep since it started. Hes had huge disappointment with other thibgs to. I knew my hubby was going down hill I tried to help him, us. Something triggered him. I’m not making excuses for him leaving because I’m so desperately hurting. But I understand his mental health and it guts me. I truly want to work on us. Love on its own isn’t enough but love n work is. Nothing that happen is bad enough to end things. I want him to have space to breathe. But given the recent mental dispair he’s had I’m scared I’ll get that phone call or knock on the door from the police saying he’s acted on his thought n he is gone. At the end of the day I want to hear his voice, tell him its all going to be ok. To keep putting one foot in front of the other n keep our home, his massive gardens going, support my kids. The sad part is people have rallied around me and my kids but he’s literary on his own. My family n friends who he’s close to all want to reach out to him to make sure he’s ok.