My husband and I are divorcing, still living in the same house with 2 dc while solicitors sort things out.
To cut a long story short, it turns out that my husband is basically a well disguised 1950’s stereotype and, despite me generating a reasonable part time self employed income around the kid’s school hours, thinks that my job is in the home, he is paying for me to live in our house and that I’m crap at all of the things a good wife should do. Cleaning, sex, housework etc - I don’t do a good job at any of them. He will sit there while I clean, cook and tidy, then criticise,
We have a ds and dd. Ds is 14 and autistic - v.intelligent, what used to be called Aspergers. DH categorically refuses to parent him as he is quite hard work at times. But, just in the last few months since he applied for a divorce, he has been Disney dad - he’s joined their Minecraft world and spends hours getting them things on it. He whistles and jokes and calls them ‘gorgeous’ whist completely blanking me. He watches kids films with them and is living the life being fun dad.
DS said to me tonight, ‘you just do the basics as a mother, like feed me and clean my clothes’
I feel broken. He has no idea about the immense amount of work I put in to ensuring he has access to a good education, cooking him separate meals to accommodate his restricted diet, planning everything around his ever increasing sensory needs. I’ve done fun stuff with them too, of course I have, but it is me who does the actual parenting, the getting him to clean his teeth occasionally, have a bath, get up for school, get dressed at the weekend - all the non fun stuff.
i have such an urge to just pack a case, get in the car and drive. I could find a cheap room to stay in and, if I take my pc, I could continue to work.
I know I couldn’t, my heart would break to think of the trauma this would put both of my children through but I am so very broken by this all. My parents were always complimentary of each other, encouraging us to appreciate each other’s contributions to the family. I never realised how important this was till now.
But, I’m still left sitting here in the dark, wondering ‘what if…’? What if I just got up, packed up and drove off? I hate feeling like this :(