Cripes, have I done the right thing??????

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I am soooooooooo stressed today.
Have done something and am not sure it's the right thing to do.
I am totally strung out about it and am desperately seeking advice from everyone I know so all opinions welcome here!

As you all probably know, my house belongs to me. I bought it before I got together with supertwat and have lovingly refurbished it over the last few years. It's a beautiful Victorian 2 bed end terrace in a little village (It actually used to be the village sweet shop) with stripped original floorboards, original tiled floors, beautiful big windows, a gorgeous 8o foot garden, a pretty little front garden with original gate and tiles, a garage, a 3 car driveway, a loft conversion, a 16 foot square master bedroom, a huge bathroom, beautiful big bay windows, a 15 foot square sunhouse/outbuilding, conservatory and lovely stripped board stairs. I've decorated it all myself and spent loads of money trying to make it look gorgeous. However, I have done something today that's a bit bonkers.

I've put it on the market.

I've felt a bit weird for ages in the house. All I can see is Supertwat everywhere. It's like he's always just about to come home and I see him all over the place.

The lounge is always where he stood with a huge bouquet of flowers and wedding mags just after we got engaged and where I spent hours on my hands and knees making all our wedding stationery. The kitchen is where he cooked me a Valentine's meal in his tux and where I used to cook and watch for his car to come up the drive so I could rush out and kiss him hello. The bedroom is always our room and even though my clothes are all in his wardrobe now, I still half expect to open it and see all his work suits hanging there and his rugby kit screwed up at the bottom.
The garden is where we had barbecues with all of our family and friends and the bathroom is where we laughed so much when the ceiling all fell in.

However, the bedroom is also where I was collected by the paramedics and my brother wept because he thought I was dead. The front door, although repaired, bears the scars of my poor little brother kicking it down to come and find me unconscious. The lounge is where my two best friends desperately tried to get hold of ST to tell him I was in casualty and where he just heard the news and turned his phone off. The landing is where I cried in the dark night after night becuase I was so heartbroken and lonely. The driveway is where I chased after his car on my birthday, desperate to speak to him but he just drove away. The dining room is now where he told me it was all over and the kitchen where I poured the glass of water and took all those pills when I just couldn't face going on any more.

Most people I speak to say that I need a new start and that a new house will help me ultimately to move on. However, others (like my mum) say that it is heartbreaking that ST is driving me out of my beautiful home after I've worked so hard to make it look perfect.

I know that if I stay there I'll always think of certain parts of it as "ours" and it will be full of memory photographs that will be so hard to erase. I also hate the fact that ST knows what my life is like in there when I haven't got a clue about his anymore.
I want to move closer to town too. It's £25 home in a taxi to my village and now that I'm socialising more then it's costing me a fortune to get home all the time. It was fine when ST and I used to have a few nights in together but now I'm on my own, if I go out with my mates then it's an expensive journey home or a night in by myself.
My parents have been an absolute tower of strength for me during all this and (as my mum says - she's counted!) it's only 197 steps between their house and mine so it's been wonderful having them so close whilst things have been tough.

I just don't know if I'm truly doing the right thing. I can't decide whether I'm just still hurting and that's why I feel like he's haunting the place or whether I do genuinely need to move on. I hate modern properties though and it looks like that's all I can afford in this current market in the area I want to move to. I hate the whole "toytown/rabbit hutch" feel of estate houses. I like the randomness and chaos of old houses with all their quirks and oddities. I also wonder if I've done the wrong thing cause loads of my furniture is antique stuff that I've collected and restored over the years. All my bedroom furniture is original Victorian stripped pine, my beds are white French wrought iron and my sideboard is an original mahogony Art Deco one that I bought off an old guy my mum did meals on wheels for. My chairs are all mismatching originals from junk shops in Brighton and I restored them all so they look brand new but are really quirky.
All my pictures are framed original prints such as original victorian soap adverts in the kitchen and loads of original ski posters and paintings from Chamonix. So, I'm concerned I might end up in a new house with a load of antiques which will look ridiculous. I've also got tonnes of Cath Kidston stuff which is fine for a country victorian terrace but might look ridiculous in a brand new modern place. Will I miss my parents too? I know I can cope on my own now but what if I do have a wobble?
I just wonder if I'll regret my decision or look back in a few months and think it was the best thing ever.

What do you all reckon???

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P.S Great wonders will never cease - now make sure you're sitting down for this one........... ST sent me my joint account money today. I tell you, I nearly fell down dead with shock. He's still not sent me any of the other wedding money or debt money he owes me but at least he's not holding my own cash to ransom anymore! For a few minutes I thought I was living in a parallel universe!