How firm are you in this being a separation? Maybe I'm wrong but I get the sense from your posts that this is a reactive situation, coming from a recent escalation, rather than a situation that you have come to a decision to do this. It seems that prior to this, you were working in therapy, bought a house, not planning a separation. Then an escalation happened.
Would it surprise you if I said it's complicated, and I'm Jell-O? Hah.
This first happened in 2022-ish, prior to her diagnosis. Years might be off. She had a large emotional movement, bigger than I'd seen before, brought on my an abrupt stop on taking anti-depressives she had been diagnosed. They weren't working but cold turkey didn't help. I was told to leave, and so I went to a hotel and stayed for a week.
It happened a little bit around a year ago, and also before then. But this year has been the worst. Coinciding with some agreeably inconsiderate actions on my side (legitimate moments that didn't make her feel like she mattered) it just blew up. I spent a week at a friend's in March before returning home. A few nights at my office. And then again in June for a day or two. And now, now.
Along the way, I'm wanting us to stay in therapy (this coming week would have been our move to a DBT-based couples therapist) and waiting for my DBT coursework to begin. She's actively in DBT since January in addition to doing an emergency 12 week course last year as FMLA. It's... been a rough year.
I think we need to be apart right now. She is not in her right mind. And the anger comes both ways, making it damned either way. But I'm not seeking Divorce. I've told her if she wants it, "get an attorney." I have one, but (no joke) I've also filled out divorce paperwork for us (3) times in this marriage. Each time, prior to going to the notary, she backs off.
The delusion I have today is that "if I do DBT, I can fix this." I hear everyone... I cannot change
her. But I keep thinking... maybe another 4-5 months of DBT and we'll get there?
This round has been hard. The last 10 or so days (I was at home during them) happened after an argument about why I hadn't moved my last books into our new home (we had a 30 day overlap). I tried to explain that I wanted a few at my office, a few didn't matter and then I'd bring the rest over and was met with "you make excuses." When I tried to establish a boundary and ask we not talk about this until our couples session, I was met with an increasingly loud attack against me, my character, my loyalty, and my ability to "leave whenever I want to." A week after moving in to our home, a few weeks after signing our loan...

. Sigh.
In these moments it is and isn't her. So I waffle. If she takes it to an attorney and wants to get ugly, I'm not worried. But it's not what I want. And in the middle of a heated text beratement (because I won't block her yet and she won't talk on the phone) she'll often say "why couldn't you be the soft pillow I need, or why haven't you stopped to say 'Baby, baby, I love you' even once during the last ten minutes?"
Makes me feel delusional.
Don't call me. Why didn't you call?
I hate you. I love you.
Leave. Don't leave.
She's not right in her mind. The pebble at the top of the cliff became a landslide on the town (me) below. Problem is, the way I see it... I probably had something to do with that pebble during a hike. So I'm like... okay, let's find new places to put our pebbles!
My support group condones me leaving. And understands that I'm wrestling with it.
But I look at how close we got to everything we've been working for and it just feels like... damn, this is just an attempt to self-sabotage.
So I'm firm in not going home right now. Not for two weeks. I'm firm on not wanting a divorce but not being afraid of what's next. I'm just really, really exhausted.
I need this time. Just to rebuild and refill my cup.