Lovely, listen, what you are doing here is trying to get him to do something he doesn’t want to do. Yes, you are trying for all the good reasons, he should listen, etc, but the fact is he doesn’t give a shit.
That’s on him, no matter.
What does matter is what you’re going to do next. As long as you are reacting, pleading, trying, he sees you as still engaged, hopes you’ll eventually stop nagging, your reactivity will be seen as you being the hysterical, unreasonable one, because…well, he’s not doing anything or saying anything, YOU are.
Save your energy. Now is not the time to throw a bomb into the family home, you got kids.
Make a list with all the things you struggle with. From ironing, to being lonely.
Outsource everything you can: cleaner, gym crèche, car valeting, online food shop, time spent helping with homework (I sent mine to a school that had prep, never came home with homework).
Invest heavily into meaningful relationships. (I had a group of mums with which I spent most weekends, walking mainly, while the kids had the best time running like loonies).
Now, I tried to maintain the status quo for years. The longer you leave it, the worse it gets, but none of us listens, we all ‘try for the children ‘s sake’ to keep the family together. The wheels came off when one was going into secondary, so I gave it a good 11 years go.
There are several aspects of divorce you need to look at.
You think the kids WILL be affected. Wrong, the kids are affected NOW. You’ll still be the only one looking after them. I very much doubt he’ll have them more than a couple of days a month.
You’ll miss the kids when they’re with him. No you won’t. You love your kids, they are with their dad, they’re happy. You, on the other hand, are knackered, spend the child free time having a nap, looking for chin hairs, sorting out finances, mowing the lawn with a podcast, going to the garden centre for some plants and stopping for something to eat. You’ll have all that if you’re lucky. The way your H behaves, you probably won’t have that much time without the kids. Besides, when they reach teens, you won’t see them anyway, they hole themselves into their bedrooms.
You won’t have anyone to share the burdens of parenting. What, like you have that now?
You won’t be invited to dinners, days out, because you’re a single mum. And if they’re dickheads, one or two of the husbands will make a pass at you, because obviously, you’re available. Get ready to lose friendships.
You’ll struggle financially. No you won’t. Most of us found that post divorce we have more money, because we budget, we’re in total control, and a lot of the money were used to placate/compensate for/make up for the husband. Not having a husband works out cheaper.
On the plus side:
You gain an enormous amount of headspace.
And things won’t be harder, because you’re not left dangling all the time, there is no more conflict!!! You spend your time and energy on people and things that bring you peace, you actually enjoy, things that fulfil you.
You forge friendships that are meaningful and deep, stripped of all the ‘society norms’.
The kids watch and learn from you. And then they watch and learn from their dad. And then one day yours will come home like mine did and sat me down and asked me what was I thinking subjecting us both to a deadbeat father and partner. Mine learned that she doesn’t have to put up with it.
The other good thing is that once the kids have flown the nest, you’re free. Financially you’re already independent, house is pretty much paid for, you can progress in your career, or drop a day. And nobody ‘s coming home grumpy, or stonewalling you, you don’t have to have endless convos about holidays, finances etc. I met someone 10 years ago, I very much doubt we’ll ever live together, we have each other for company. He’s shit at having a holiday with, I tried, so I go with my DD, my girlfriends, I don’t have to talk to him about it. He’s also shit at budgeting, spends a huge amount on take aways, I join him for one on Friday evenings, then I come home, like I did this morning, and made myself some fresh bread rolls and soup made with vegetables I grew. I’m meeting him later in town, we’re going to an exhibition, then for afternoon tea. We spend time together because we both want to. He goes home, I’m meeting the girls for brunch tomorrow, I don’t have to worry about doing a shop, what we’re eating this evening, I don’t have to get annoyed he’s ordering Domino’s and watchesYouTube for hours or that he’s still not home at 10 pm. I don’t care.
So there we are. You have choices.