I understand the failure part. I have felt it with a host of other very difficult emotions.
It’s harder to let go of ‘something’ (I think) when in my situation (divorced with children). I remember when thinking about pulling the plug for good, I immediately went to ‘will I ever meet anyone again? Does this mean I’ll be single forever? Am I better off staying in this because something is better than nothing?’
The reality? I wasn’t happy. I found his conflict with his EXW exceptionally triggering and (honestly) I think she’s a vile excuse for a human being. I don’t want to be around someone like that. I don’t want them in my life. He had no choice, but I did and do.
Then around his children? I was either anxious or irritated or some other negative emotion. I honestly have not missed his children once. It’s nothing but relief to not have to navigate him and his children. His attitude. Entitlement and simply his inability to build a life away from his children was not something I wanted to sign up to.
It’s been hard but I am happier in myself. I wake up calmer. Well rested. My life is free from the drama / arguments which 9 times out of 10 were a result of his shit with his exw. Their frustration/ projection has to land somewhere. My children are so much happier. My eldest even said (in the last week), ‘do we have to see them again?’ He followed it up with ‘I don’t mind but I’d prefer that we don’t.’
We think kids don’t notice and that they’re meddling along. But the reality? If it’s not gelling between the two adults of the ‘blended’ co-hort, then the children will likely pick up on that.
Or if there are disparities in how the children are treated. Children (well mine certainly), have a very strong sense of what is fair.
I for example have always insisted on bedtimes (even actually on holiday while they were younger, whilst later, I would get them to bed as they would still be up early the next morning). My ex? His children (despite being significantly younger) would have bedtimes virtually identical to my children. His choice, his children. But when the youngest then has tantrum after tantrum by day 2 or 3 and he says she’s ‘over excited’. No prickford, she’s overtired. Because you haven’t put her to bed at the time she should be going to sleep because YOU want to maximise your time with them and let them have ‘fun’. Not because it’s the right parenting decision to make. Heaven forbid he’s an unpopular father for insisting on bedtime.
But we would then have to tolerate said tantrums/ tears/ attention seeking behaviour (not enjoyable).
And I would get my children arguing that it wasn’t fair that children so young were staying up so late.
So his decisions caused headaches for me.
Then when I separated my children from the drama (walked away when a child was having a tantrum/ ignored it/ let him crack on with it), I was being standoffish. I would always get ‘what’s the matter with you?’. And not in a kind way. Vs. ‘I’m sorry my child is acting up, it’s not very relaxing is it? Let’s have a nice cuddle / glass of wine later. Thank you for being here. I know it’s not easy.’
The latter vs the former would have made all the difference in the world. It’s what I would say (and have done), when my children acted up when with my family/ friends, when younger. It’s what young kids do. Now? They know how to behave when with company and on the whole are nice / relaxing/ engaging kids to be around. That’s not by luck. My kids don’t want to be around kids with insecure attachments/ attention seeking behaviour - that is being pandered too.
Sorry I get the feeling this is a very long post. But one of the eye opening posts on this thread is from the poster (sorry I’ve forgotten your name) who says she lived with low level anxiety throughout her younger years as her family was ‘blended’ with another. Us vs them.
When I look back now I can remember the mornings my DC would be dropped off and the opening sentence out of their mouths were ‘is your exp’s children coming over today?’. (We would spend half a day of EOW together). They didn’t want them there but they went along with it and made the best of it To make me happy.
That’s all a lot of kids want, to see mum or dad happy. My kids would have sucked it up EOW for me. Was it what they wanted? No. They certainly didn’t want to share holidays with the children. Or anything longer than a weekend once (maybe twice) a year. But there was an us vs. them vibe.
The amount of times I walked into my main lounge and they were sat there hogging the main sofa, watching a movie together. There wouldn’t even be a ‘hey, we’re watching this, is that ok? Or did you need to watch something?’.
They would barely register my coming in. As they sat in MY house, watching MY tv. The entitlement was astounding.
I would end up moving to the kids lounge and sitting with my kids. Which would then also be greeted with criticism of causing a divide.
Honestly as I type all of this, I’m sitting here shaking my head in disbelief. That I tolerated so much more behaviour.
My point? I get you feel low. But once you’re out, you’ll be able to see what I do now. You’re doing the right thing, trust me. There is no price you can put on a peaceful, calm and happy home. That’s what our children deserve. X