NC for this one. I'm in the middle of splitting up with DH. We have DC, and we're trying to be friends and amicable and all that. A lot of the time we both manage to keep up that facade. It was worse before but we're learning to cope without being at each other's throats, and we genuinely do get on still. We're still living together (in the same house, not together together) and plan to continue for now as we can't afford to move and we think it's better for the kids this way for now (a year perhaps).
But every now and again something really upsets me and I've started to realise that these are all times when I feel that he's "taken away" my DC, or my friends. I know he hasn't really - in that they are still my children too, and they love us both equally. But - this bit is a bit shocking I know - I feel they are more 'mine' because they are biologically / genetically mine (but not his, though he has been there from conception) and I resent having to share them. I know that's 'wrong' and that I need to reframe it somehow, to not resent his involvement, but I don't know how. It's like a visceral thing at the moment and I need to somehow let it go because the reality is that he will share care of the DC 50% when we eventually move out and I will have to live with that.
Similarly with friends. His friends are his friends by and large and I am already losing touch with them (not that I want to, but they are loyal to him). But my friends are our friends and they are being scrupulously even-handed. So if he's had a long phone chat with my 'best friend' I feel angry and left out and betrayed. Again I know it's wrong. They genuinely are his friends too and there's no way I should be expecting them to take sides. But I get so sad about it. I need to change the narrative but I don't know.
Any ideas? (other than counselling... doing that)