I'm lucky in that my X does co-parent & have the children every other weekend and once in the week.
But I never wanted to be a amicably co-parenting with him. I wanted to be his wife, to share my life with him. Instead I pack my children off every other weekend so he can have lovely quality time with them and his new partner.
I don't spend my weekends off having lovely me time. I spend them miserable, on my own, wondering how I ended up in this situation and hoping my children haven't been adversely affected by it.
I don't just grieve for the relationship we had, but the future we lost too. You know all those lovely plans you make for when the children are grown and are more independent? Mine were getting there, but it's all gone.
I don't have the money to go out every other weekend either. Not only does x not pay maintenance, but I actually pay him so that I can buy his share of the equity in our home. I also pay for everything else for the children. Not just day to day stuff and birthdays and Christmas, but I send food for them all because he says he can't afford it and I pay for his token gas meter to be topped up while they're there because he feels that it's warm enough without heating and I disagree.
I know it's hard when you're like two ships in the night - I get that. I know it can feel like you're only just mum, not a person in your own right, but if you love your husband, try and sort it now.
I used to like a date night every week - we couldn't afford to go out, so I would get a M&S meal deal and get dressed up like I was going out and we'd have that, with a proper sit down talk & properly listen to each other. Actually I don't know why I'm telling you this - it didn't fucking work .
But don't look at my life and envy it -it's shit and I'd love to get back to where you are now.