Even though it was me that pulled the plug on my marriage six months ago, whenever I go back to the house, I feel the regret. We had been married for 22 years and a couple for just short of 30.

But I had to call time on it for it had become a sham with no affection between us and him disrespecting me in front of the children at every opportunity. It was the latter that forced my hand. I still have no idea why he does this. His behaviour is a mystery to me and to my family, with whom he remains close.

And yet, whenever I go back to that house, I am reminded of the good times. I have to forcibly remind myself of how long ago any of those were and what the reality was in the months before I left. But still part of me tries to beat myself up.

I hung on to a dream for so many years, something that was insubstantial and eventually there was nothing left to hold on to.

I think that things may have been different for you but never ask yourself what you could have done to keep the marriage together. You did everything you could to save it. It only works if two of you are dancing the same tango x