Making the right move?

As some of you know, my XNBF lives in my neighborhood, right down the street from me. Since my XH left, I've been debating whether to stay here in the house or sell the house and move. Well, I decided to move, and signed the lease agreement on a rental house on Friday. I'll be putting my house on the market in the next couple weeks.

I'm fairly certain this is the right decision both financially and mentally. Financially, I'll get my equity out of the house and can put it in savings for a rainy day. I'll also save quite a bit of money every month on the rent vs. what I'm now paying in mortgage.

And mentally...well, I saw a post earlier today where someone commented to a woman who has to work with her XN that as long as she has to see him, the wounds won't be able to heal. Or something along those lines. I'm pretty sure the same is the case for me. As much as I'm trying to work NC, I can't escape the fact that he is living a stone's throw from me, back cozy at home with his W, trying to get back in her good graces but still sending me emails propositioning me. It's a total mind F***.

BUT I haven't broke the news yet to my kids that we will be moving at the end of the school year. I think they're going to take it really hard. They LOVE the neighborhood, the house, their friends here, playing in the woods behind our house...I could go on, but it hurts my heart too much. And saying goodbye to this house is the final closure in saying goodbye to the dreams that my XH and I had when we built this place. It's a lovely house and we tried so hard to make it a home, but that dream died a slow death.

And I also have so many memories of being with the XN here...he would always sneak up to see me. Yep, right under the neighbors' noses. Lucky XN, smart bastard, never went to his place so he can troll around down there as if I didn't exist. Not that he'd be haunted by the memories even if we'd be living at his house...I know he's not wired like me. But I digress...there's just something about moving out of here that makes all of this so real and so final, the end of my marriage, the end of the affair with the N, the end of a chapter for my family. It is all so raw and so tough.

I keep looking forward to the day I can look back at this time of my life and be relieved that I got through it, and hopefully think, Wow, that lead me to such a better place in life. Dear God, I really hope that is the case.