Oh lovely, it’s shit. Utterly shit. You’re doing so well to hold it together, even though it might not feel like it. You’ve got two little ones who are depending on you, so no more thoughts of buses etc. You’re Super fucking Plumb. You’ve held down a marriage to a selfish arsehole for 27 years and raised two babies. He’s not going to be the one to drag you down.
It’s time to go into self protection mode for you and your DC. He’s out of the house, thank God, so that’s at least one thing you don’t have to worry about. So while he’s gone, you need to go through that house like a dose of salts and get every single piece of paperwork relating to pay, pensions etc.
How are you for money? Have you got joint accounts? Do you need to move any cash to pay for bills? Or feed the DC?
Next step is a solicitor. He’s betrayed you in the worst possible way and is no longer your friend. You cannot trust a word he says about being able to rely on him for financial support. You cannot trust him. You need someone actually acting in your best interests and that will never be him.
You need to get yourself to icy cold, hard anger as quickly as possible. You cannot trust him. You can still cry when you need to, but right now, you need to focus your energy for you, not waste it on listening to more lies, so massive well done on blocking him; that must have taken some strength.