I started out in this naive position! These poor children traumatised by divorce. I will help them, like Mary Poppins. I will be friendly with the ex wife, she can't be that bad.
I had an amicable divorce with amicable coparenting. I thought this was how things worked. Bahaha. I stepped into dysfunctional toxic sludge and am effing drowning in it.
Three years in and I've gone a week barely speaking to my partner because his alienated, weaponised 8 year was once again sh*tty with me and, after I quietly left the room rather than take any more (because I am passive and detached, not someone who disciplines someone else's kid) my partner asked me 'to apologise' to him for not 'encouraging family time.' No, bozo, that's your job to see I'm treated as I should be.
I am dealing with:
An ex wife who interferes constantly with visitation by planning activities for the children during my partner's access times and telling the kids in advance that daddy will take them. She also insists on all sorts of apparently unavoidable coparenting events during my partner's free time - never hers - and not a week goes by that I don't see my partner because someone is getting a cubs badge.
Oh, she also went back to full time work after telling a court she was too disabled to work (or something) and getting mega global maintenance order despite them doing 50-50. So she's loaded.
Two children with behaviour issues who are Disneyed, go to bed when they choose, ask for and get presents costing hundreds of pounds that soon discard and not as a reward for anything, eat what they insist on and are asked - before I am, because I never am - where they would like to go out to eat or what activity they would like to do that day. I bought one of them a £6.50 sandwich he chose the other day. He discarded it and asked for a different one. I said no. He spent an hour saying 'I'm hungreeee! My tummy! His dad got him a Nando's.
A partner who has no sodding idea that adults have more power than children, or should have. My partner plans weekends with the kids and then turns to me and tells me the plan. I am just now some sort of angry sex accessory.
Being accused of attacking a child ,who my partner must then defend from my attack, if I say eg 'it wasn't really on, was it, that x child refused to say hello to me when he walked into my home. Could you make sure he practices basic manners and respect.' What a bitch I am.
Dreading having to say no, and work out how to say no, to the next suggested 'blended' family holiday. They're always shite.
Banging my head against walls as I ask for our relationship to have status in the children's eyes because we are the actual adults who do the actual work and spend the actual money, then being accused of being jealous of and putting myself in competition with small children.
So anyway, I've stopped communicating with the stupid arse lest I totally lose my mind screaming at him and decided he can keep his ruined children and the coercive ex all to himself. They are clearly his priority in life. I am not.
I don't blame the kids one bit. This is a parenting and partnering fail.