I’ll start by pointing out that H and I are separated, mostly because of his decision to opt out of the mental/emotional part of raising our autistic children, and any of the appointments and meetings that go on.
He does spend a lot of time in my home (which to be fair we both own), I suspect without that he’d have virtually no relationship with our dc. I generally don’t have a problem with this.
Every so often something will happen that reminds me there’s so much more to the split than his crappy fathering.
This morning I commented on an article I read which referred to people with a uterus rather than women, as soon as I commented he immediately shut it down “no, I’m not commenting on that, I don’t talk about things like that”, I pointed out that it’s normal to discuss stuff that’s going on in the world, he replied that no, it’s not.
It reminds me of all the years we’ve never discussed politics, any world events, anything of interest, and whilst I suspect this isn’t the norm, I’m not sure any more.
He has no interest in anything, never has, no passions, no fun.