I've been with my husband for just over 10 years and we have two kids, aged 7 and 5. I'm now seriously questioning whether divorce is the right option and I’m hoping for some input, especially from those who’ve walked this road before or are co-parenting after a separation.
I don’t think my husband is built for parenthood. That’s not me trying to be mean or bitter, he’s just completely disengaged. He doesn’t play with the kids, doesn't plan fun things for them, has no idea when they have clubs or what they even enjoy. He’s never bought them clothes or toys and I could count on one hand the number of times he’s taken them out by himself. And even then, it was usually because I found something, booked it, and nudged him into going.
He’s a shouty, disciplinarian type of parent. I’m not perfect, I lose it sometimes too, but I generally try to explain things and talk things through. I only raise my voice when it’s really needed, like if they’re running near roads. I actually love being a mum. I get overstimulated like anyone else but I want to wrestle and play and enjoy the chaos. He just doesn’t. He spends most of his time glued to his phone or computer.
He works shifts with early starts like 4am, and that makes him tired and irritable. But it feels like the entire family has to absorb the fallout whenever he's in a mood. Meanwhile, I work a high-pressure job from home. And somehow, because I work from home, I’m expected to do the bulk of housework, parenting, admin and everything else. He helps occasionally, but it’s always minimal or half-done. He’ll hoover one room and leave the rest. Puts clothes in the wash but only folds his own. He won’t touch the gross jobs, like cleaning toilets. I’m the one who finds tradespeople, plans renovations, sets up bills, renews insurance. I even manage his own paperwork and accounts. He just transfers a set amount into our joint account each month.
He's also very self-centered in ways that seem small but add up. He’ll book a dentist appointment for himself and never once think to ask if the kids are due a check-up. If I travel for work, he won’t adjust his schedule. I’ve had to rush home from events on three-hour train rides just to make sure someone’s there for the kids. If he’s unwell, he shuts himself away. If I’m unwell, I’m still doing packed lunches and bedtime stories.
Lately when I talk to him, he doesn’t even look up from his phone. I’ve just stopped bothering. He rarely socialises now and seems to resent me for seeing friends. It feels like he punishes me for it. If I’m hungover the next day, he won’t even think to take the kids out so I can rest. And when we argue or hit a rough patch, he freezes me out completely. He won’t talk to me for days. And he knows how much I hate that.
Counselling is off the table. He would never agree and even if he did, he’s so stubborn I don’t think anything would get through.
What scares me is how emotionally checked out I’ve become. We had a rough patch a few months ago, the kind that used to leave me crying and fretting. And I realised I hadn’t even shed a tear. I just felt numb. And that terrified me.
I know I don’t love him anymore. I don’t feel attracted to him. I get irritated by small things he does. But I still like him in some ways. We do laugh together. We can be fun. There’s a friendship still there. But the relationship is hollow. We’re just existing side by side. If it weren’t for the kids, I wouldn’t hesitate. But they are everything to me. And the thought of not seeing them every day is killing me.
I did the whole "you don't do much around the house or with the kids etc" speech and he actually seemed to take it in and started taking kids out for park visits, days out. It was fab. It lasted 2 weeks and he went back to the same old. I genuinely think it just completely isn't natural to him and he just couldn't keep up with it. I think this just irritated me more and made me realise that this cycle will just carry on happening.
I had a migraine this morning and we were meant to meet friends in the afternoon. But as it involved alcohol, I decided I am not going (last thing I need with a migraine that's just about staved off with strong painkillers). My little one has swimming in the mornings and she loves it so much, I literally dragged myself out of bed, vision blurry and he just decides he's going to the gym and so I have to also drag my other one along with me, whilst I'm barely functioning. Then he's gone out and not once, in the past 10 hours has he messaged me to check in to see how I'm feeling. I had no issues about him going out in the slightest, it's been booked for ages. But to have so little care and compassion for me, when literally one quick message would take 2 secs to type...that's just told me everything I needed. He came home, brushed his teeth and not once came up to see me, whilst I sit there putting the kids' washing away. He's either freezing me out, though I have no idea why, but I think he's just checked out himself. We were both on the same page of separating last time we had a busy up in February but then we just kind of stayed living together and got back to near normal somehow. I need him to move out but it will be a struggle to find a place near us to rent on his budget. Will I be forced to remortgage to give him equity?
We live in a house near school and I couldn't afford to sell up and find another house in same area alone though I could just about afford to stay in this house without him. Emotionally though, I’m terrified. Will they be ok? Will I be ok?
I know I'll cope fine with being a single mother. I've been pretty much doing it all their lives anyways. But I am so worried about impacting them but honestly, he's been fairly absent (more emotionally than physically) most of their lives anyways. They haven't asked once where he was today...
I guess I’m looking for reassurance or wisdom or honesty. Especially from anyone who’s made this choice as a parent. I just want to know that if I leave, my kids won’t be damaged forever. That I can still build a happy life for them and for me.