I've posted here about this so many times that I name changed this time (I'm embarrassed).
If I could rent a flat I would move in a heartbeat - in an ideal world I'd move out with the 2 DC, and then DH and I could figure out what to do.
I think the 7 years since we had DC eroded all the love, respect and everything we had for each other. It could, maybe, be fixable, but definitely not in the life we have now.
We just had another fight - it's really a sad thing to see two adults behaving so bad.
But the point is: we live in London, half his salary goes to rent, we can't even pay for all the bills. I'm a 38 yo journalist who have been freelancing for the last 7 years, which means I'm basically unemployable (I've tried). Journo salaries are so low they don't cover childcare, anyway.
We are not from the UK. No family, no relatives houses, no help with childcare. Nowhere to run.
I don't want to go back to my country, as the only option would be to live with my mum, and she's a bit toxic. (on top of that my home city is rife with crime, and the economy is not doing well either)
I chose a stupid career, and have no chance of getting a job that pays a decent salary, even though I have a Masters, years of experience, speak 3 languages and so on.
Really have no idea what to do.
DH's salary is not enough to pay for two flats (even one bed flats). I may be able to get some benefits, but so what? I could live on benefits for a couple of years IF that was a time needed to get on my feet again. But I don't see how I could ever make money enough to raise DC (with or without pension).
DH is not happy either. He feels trapped in his job, he's gained A LOT of weight in the last few years, plays too much computer games, has nothing good going on. He does the housework, but only if I ask (and sometimes I have to insist a lot - that's precisely the reason for the row today).
We have no money for leisure, for a babysitter, for a cleaner, for anything. We all wear rubbish clothes, we can't go anywhere. We are both tired, angry and frustrated, and that's why we end up fighting. It's pathetic, really. Anyone would say "just split, FFS!" - but how?