Second post of the morning.
I'm staying with my parents for our holiday with kids but not H this week.
Tonight when the kids are in bed I'm going to tell them that H and I have separated.
In fact we separated in march but didn't tell them as dad needed a major operation and we didn't want to give him any more stress.
He's still at home as we can't afford for him to move out and it's taken this long for us to really get our heads and hearts round the fact that it's over.
I can't deal with all the questions and shit storm that's about to hit. It's been a horrible year and telling them is going to make it much more real.
Luckily H and I still get on well which helps a lot, even the kids don't realise anything is going on (the relationship part of us just dripped away over the years but the friendship has remained so we are the same in front of the kids as we always have been).
I'm so so scared of the future now. It's not going to magically fix itself and this is really happening.
He's moving out at the end of the year so I have to tell them now and they are not going to understand.