I’m posting this here in line with my username. I just want to be able to express all of this. I’m sure I’ll get advice anyway. Let’s face it, the unanimous advice will be to embrace the divorce and focus on a life after the bastard. And, frankly, I don’t see any other way forward either. So that is what I’m going to do.
But I still want to moan about his general mindfuckery and awfulness.
Summary: we separated in the summer. He was an incredible dick over it all in pretty spectacular ways. I’m in the FMH with our son (and my son), paying the entire mortgage and everything. He’s renting and paying the calculator rate (to the penny) which is less than half the nursery fees, never mind half the mortgage (on this house that he benefits from me continuing to pay off the equity each month).
He has been insisting we need to reconcile. But somehow that means me ‘being reasonable’, which appears to translate as just doing what he wants with a smile on my face and feeling grateful for the opportunity to be screwed over again and again.
One of the possible ways that it might ever work involves relocating (various reasons that aren’t important). So I have been doing everything I can to try to make the relocation happen (because getting out of here would help me regardless - possibly even more so if he decides to stay here). It’s been hours of looking for jobs, time consuming applications for jobs, being rejected, getting interviews, being rejected, getting more interviews… I work FT and have the kids - including 100% of the time with our son. It’s a lot of effort.
But apparently that’s not enough effort for him. Nothing is ever good enough for him. And he’s a petty dickhead. In particular, he’s unhappy that the house he’s renting is smaller than the one I live in. Clearly I should be in a hovel and he should be housed in line with his status 🙄
He’s been renting for 6 months now. He’s got a 12 month contract. He pretends we are reconciling so he can get the benefits of a marriage and family life - dinners cooked, social interaction, childcare, sex - but then he is a dick and goes back home.
At the end of last week I had a job interview. It was really successful. Unusually so. They want me to go through to a second phase and said in person and in writing how impressed they are. When I told him about that, his response was that I need to sell this house. No congratulations or anything. Just that he wants out if the mortgage and his but of the deposit NOW (stamps foot). Even though he’s tied into a rental contract for another 6 months (which he goes on about all the time) and wants to relocate (or do he says).
Then he says we should move to the other city in separate houses and get divorced (to ‘reset’ and ‘be equal again’ 🙄) and then reconcile there. I pointed out that divorce is not a hard reset on a laptop. It’s the end of the marriage - and the relationship. You divorce because you’ve decided it is not salvageable. Ever.
But then he admitted that he’d already applied for a divorce. Apparently as amicable one as unreasonable behaviour can be. He hadn’t known how to tell me but still managed to turn up at my house, eat my food, insist on ‘family time’ with DS and grab my legs and pester me for sex after doing so. Apparently it is a shame that I feel divorce is actually a meaningful action with consequences.
So he claimed we could take this weekend to talk. And then today said he felt positive but I’ll get the divorce paperwork tomorrow and he wants to ‘just get a decree nisi’. Apparently I’m unreasonable for telling him that he doesn’t get to live out Schrödinger's divorce. It’s an either you’re trying to reconcile or you are divorcing situation. It doesn’t ‘buy time’ (it actually produces deadlines and thresholds).
He’s just a bastard. I’m so annoyed with myself for continually letting myself be strung along by him because I hope that it might be possible that our son can have a family with both his parents in it and that he actually is the man I thought I was marrying.
How dare he try to persuade me that I’m unreasonable for saying that divorcing me is a very clear statement that it is over for good? And for refusing to sign paperwork to that effect unless I mean it.
So yeah. There will be a divorce. Don’t worry about that women of MN. There will be a divorce. Obviously there will be a divorce. I’ll sort out my solicitor in the morning and not let him fuck me over.
I will be much better off without this shit in my life.