I am not married to an abusive or controlling or horrible man. I wouldn’t hesitate to actually run away if I was.
Just the same when I’m out with just DC somehow it’s so much easier and I hate saying this but to an extent happier.
I pack what we need and go. If DH was coming it would turn into a minimum of a three quarter of an hour faff during which time kids are fussy and the shine is off what we’re doing. I could go through a hundred small examples like this: no farting around over which route or where to eat or what time.
Or is it normal to feel like this? I just imagine a life that’s much simpler.