Not divorced here but definitely done the dance of trying to make it work with DS7 father.
Split up early on and tried off and on for years to make it work. He is an impossible man child and it wasn't happening.
Got into a relationship where everything looked great on the surface, openly affectionate guy who claimed he wanted the family life. That fell to pieces quickly enough.
Went on the rebound quickly and met someone great. On the first date we admitted our situations (I was days out of a long-term thing and had a young son, he was married but separated as she had recently buggered off to the other side of the world). Both rebounding, both a bit of a mess. We dated for a little while, and I realised I was in the complete wrong headspace.
I found out I was pregnant (ex) and ended up having an abortion, my job came to an end and I started a new one, then my father died. My mental health took a nose dive. My life was a mess.
Throughout the entire time, the guy that I met was a friend to me. He was constantly there as someone to talk to and would drop everything to come and see me. He took me on days out (and my son eventually), he would just come and hang out with me and my mum. He was an angel. I loved him as a friend and valued him more than any other man I've ever met.
I started to date again and no one fit. Then one day I woke up and just needed to see him. He came over. I told him that I loved him and we have been together ever since.
He's a kind, considerate and caring man. He gives the best hugs ever. When we argue, we talk it out and nothing feels unfixable with him. He's great with my son and the rest of my family. He takes an active interest, looks out for my mental health and basically treats me like a princess.
He's tall, dark and handsome, has a good job, his own house and car and for some reason he's chosen me. And I feel like I've won the bloody lottery.
We are expecting our first child together.
They are out there, trust me!