I'm just having a wobble and need to vent.
Things are not good. On the verge of telling him I want out, well, after he stated he no longer wants me to do anything for him - from cooking to washing. Great, right? But not if it means we don't eat totgether anymore and the kids will cotton on that something is up.
Anyway, we are civil and as far as I can tell, DDs (8 and 6) don't really know that something is badly wrong. And I look at them and my heart breaks. These poor innocent souls, soon probably having to deal with all the shit a divorce entails. They didn't ask for this when they were born. In their own little happy work they have a Mummy and Daddy and soon they won't have that anymore, well, not together anyway. This is what breaks my heart more than anything else.
I was fcuked up from divorce and it's the last thing I wanted for them. Please tell me they'll be ok....