QueenieIsLost I half-smiled there. Last year I had a raging argument with DH on the top of a hill that I knew very well from childhood because he wanted to take them (aged 4&6) down a very dangerous side of it. There are frequent accidents from -idiots- tourists doing that and there was no way I could let it happen. But he insisted. I won, but not without making myself look like a raging loony to the other people on the hill.
Which is something that really, really upsets me: he always looks reasonable and because he doesn't get angry easily, he very literally looks reasonable. But what he's saying or doing may very well not be and in order for me to get my point across, when he's not listening to me, I'll have to shout. I absolutely hate it, but there's no other way.
Sparkly I didn't answer about the not neutralising part. Firstly it was two years ago when I decided so I hadn't realised there'd be a problem! I thought it would arise only in teenage years! While I hate what Brexit has done to my life, I also try to hang onto the teeny silver lining which is that I've got the chance to reaffirm my children's sense of reality and to neutralise other aspects. Not that I'm perfect, but I will admit mistakes and I can sense when people are upset, so the damage I can do is less in that way at least.
Discussing this with a friend she told me about her close friend. This woman had a really horrible ex. She was running herself ragged trying to undo the damage he'd do to the kids when they were with him. In the end she realised that she couldn't undo it as such, she had to use it as a learning opportunity for her kids. They needed to learn how to deal with their father and that yes, he would let them down badly, but they would also know that she would always be there for them. So in a way she had to strengthen herself, rather than sweep up his mess. Her kids are older and I can see that in the future that's what I'm going to have to do. I'm starting to pave the way very slowly. When the kids say, "Daddy couldn't hear me and I was right next to him" I'll say I know, that that can happen sometimes with Daddy. I ask them how they're feeling and then see if they can think of a way to 'pierce' his bubble if he can't hear them. It doesn't matter so much what the answer is, but I'm trying to get them to think of other ways to interact. And it really pisses me off that my kids need to do that and that it has to be, yet again, me doing it, but I'm not sure what else I can do. They need to learn different ways of interacting with him that get the results they need as they grow.
Both children (5&7) have already essentially said that it's me they come to for emotional stuff, Daddy doesn't get it... I wish that at their age they didn't realise that just yet.
Queenie The common hobby thing is something I'm working on. DH is very sporty so I encourage them to spend sporting time together. I'm glad to hear that a few years on that shared interest can be something meaningful.
Sparkly I wanted to add that I know exactly what you mean. I feel like my life entered a pit that I would never, ever have chosen after I got married to DH. And I feel guilty for being able to get mostly out of it and the children not. I truly had no idea until I was pregnant with our second child that it was actually like this, although I still retained some hope it could change. Also, back to divorce. One of the things that was really the clear signal to end our relationship was that once he found out - and agreed - he very, very likely has Aspergers, it was put to him that he could now learn about how my brain worked too. I'd spent years trying to figure out how to get things to work, how his brain worked, so the only thing left was for him make some effort. He straight out said no! The therapist did a double take! He'd spent a good year in therapy saying he wanted things to be better, he was trying 110% (I knew he wasn't, but I couldn't prove it to the therapist) and then he straight out said it. Didn't I feel a fool for investing so much of myself after that... It still took me some months of falling further into self-hatred before I made the decision that I knew I'd never turn back from.