So, we have a beautiful home - a medieval thatched cottage with unusual huge rooms, very light. Perfect location, lovely neighbours. The only downside is that we knocked through to make two massive upstairs bedrooms (two more downstairs) instead of four small dark ones. I worked my ass off on this house, paid for most of it and love it to pieces. Our support network here is incredible.
My husband has a history of looking to external factors for his happiness. Our kids are now 3 under 3 and life is hard! We're knackered. For the short term, we are crammed in because the kids are too young to live across floors.
DH has become fixated on the idea that if we just lived in a more normal house it would be easier.
I have looked at house after house with him. There is nothing out there, we can't afford the step up to the next 'band' and we're at risk of losing something very nearly perfect... for what? So he can avoid the kids for the next few years and claim it's because he had to paint a bedroom? As displacement activity until his next source of misery?
Tell me how not to divorce him, because right now I can't think of a better option. And yes, I could afford to stay in this lovely home with the kids.