Hubby and I have been together for 19 years; he's not worked for about 14-15 of those (he's been self employed for much of it but rarely contributed anything the house or child raising); battled with depression and anxiety which he's not really tried to address. For much of that, he's also depended on marijuana (over recent years, usually at my expense and often without my knowledge).
We have 2 beautiful daughters age 9 and almost 5 and, for the last 4 (ish) years, I've just accepted that he's not going to be an engaged husband and Dad and got on with our life. Silly stuff like always going to bed between 2am and 4am - not getting up in the mornings - when I've not been at work, often he will lie in until 12-1pm); then when he does get up, feeling grumpy, not wanting to talk/be fun until he's had a few coffees and caught up on the internet etc. And then, even if I could drag him out for a 'family day', being such a misery that I would have a horrible time myself. So I just get up and get on with having a good life with our children.
Before DD2 was born, I used to beg for a lie in, it was rarely given and when it was, it was with such bad grace that it felt hollow. Since DD2, he has been unable to engage with both of them without there being a riot and me getting up anyway to step in.
So he's been a stay at home Dad for 9 years (I had to go back to work when both children were 3 months old to pay the bills) and I can see he's still been depressed - he's not cherished or valued this time with them, which I found so sad as I would have loved to do it. He's also never got on with any housework - so my weekends are spent either stressing with the mess or getting on and doing it.
For around 18 months (maybe longer), after my 40th birthday present to myself, a trip for all of us to Florida, which he ruined (for me) with a lot of his behaviour - insisting on sleeping during the day; ranting at me to leave a park etc (again, it feels so silly, but I had just a handful of things I wanted to do for me on that holiday and didn't get to do any of them - I also felt the girls' fun was cut short on occasions, too), I began to realise that I wasn't in love with him.
At the end of last summer, I started to entertain the idea of us not being together (I've had many ultimatum type conversations about how I couldn't cope with the mess; how important doing stuff together was for me; how even when he did work for an 18 month period before DD2 came along, that he spent every penny he earned (and it was 5 figures) on himself and I still paid for the childcare - more recently how I just wanted some more commitment from him with regards to the things that matter to me. And I reminded him that I've asked many times for him to go to counselling with me and he's refused and that one day he may ask me and I may not want to - I alerted him to the fact that I was detaching.
Then in the Autumn, I became depressed and couldn't get myself out of it; didn't want to go onto meds so went to counselling and faced the elephant in my mind - I don't love him anymore, I don't want a future with him.
Fast forward through lots of soul searching and workings out and I discover I can afford to buy him out of the house - so tell him I'd like to talk about separating and then we agree to separate. I 'owned' it all - said I've changed (didn't want to blame him, throw mud - partly because I thought he'd be hurt enough and partly because I didn't want yet another half hearted "I'll try to change" which I've had a gut full of)
So far, so amicable - he suggests I should stay in the house with the girls; I tell him I will give him lump sum (he still earns no money but has just started another business). After a couple of days of extreme sadness (for me), I started to feel just optimism about my future. He said he needed to leave ASAP because it was too sad for him; could I support him financially and I said I couldn't - can't keep up bills and debt payments AND support him, could do one or the other and if I stopped the debt payments, it'd impact on my ability to remortgage and find a long term solution. So I fasttracked the remortgage, with application meeting just this week - which I think was a trigger.
Now, 3 weeks after our agreement to split and his anger has hit. Suddenly he's raging at me for everything (I know he's gutted and heartbroken); how come the first conversation I had was about separation; how all the other conversations I tried to have with him were only 'background noise'; did I ever love him; how convenient it is of me to find a way to remortgage now, when he's asked me to do it before, I've not wanted the extra debt; how nothing changes for him apart from more overheads (because I need him to still help with some childcare); how I've ruined the start of his business which should have been a happy time; how he can't explain it to himself, let alone find the words to tell someone else....and on.
He said he wanted to see me upset rather than 'cool' - so I let him, but explained that I didn't feel I had the right to cry in front of him because it's me upsetting the status quo.
I know I don't want to be with him - he's flipping from 'it's too late, the damage is done' to 'if this is the road we're going down', my friends just start bashing him (verbally) because they're exasperated with how they feel he's let me down over the last 10 years; my Dad feels I should have left him some time ago (but isn't judging me over it) - previous 'friends' have called me a mug for putting up with it for so long... I still feel the decision I've made is right, but I just feel so bad - guilty for breaking his heart; heartbroken about separating him from his children - and he's raised doubts in my own mind about my ability (which I think are just because I'm feeling pretty broken, really).
I feel so alone and isolated. I want to tell the children while they're off from school so they have time to adjust; sooner is better so they can adjust. He agrees 'if this is the road we're going down' but doesn't want to tell them, would rather keep up the charade. We know this isn't right for them (or me), so I have to tell them and he wants to be there.
I have no idea what to say - we talked about telling 9 year old first and then almost 5 year old (different ages, different levels of understanding/need for info) but now I think we should tell them together and give the older the opportunity to ask questions later. Given that he doesn't want us to split, I'm struggling with the words - do I own it and say 'Mummy has been really sad and has asked Daddy for us to live apart'?
SORRY - just realised how long this is; I think writing it has been a little cathartic, I am not to blame for the relationship ending; I'm astonished and gutted at how he can't see his part in it - I'm wondering if at some point I need to tell him because he could turn this around and become a GREAT dad when he sees them rather than a grumpy babysitter....
If you've made it to the end of this, thank you - if you've any experience or thoughts you'd like to share, I will read with interest, thank you