Tell me yet again that you were in excruciating pain, were in love with your spouse despite the horrors visited upon you and your children, were convinced that you will never feel better and would be genuinely happy after divorce, but you did it anyway... And now you are happy
I know the thread has moved on, but I will respond to this. I was absolutely positive I was in love with my X. I was sure I was happy with our life, in spite of all the things he'd done to us. If he would just act like the man I knew he could be, we'd be fine.
I kicked him out in 2008. He is still EXACTLY who he showed me he was in those horrible years. He is emotionally abusive to our kids. I tried to stay in my home and budgeted down to the penny, and as long as he paid child support, I would be fine. He lost his job shortly afterwards and is happy to let flavor of the week pay for him. He gets jobs, making less than ever, keeps them for a short time, and sometimes I get the full amount for CS, more often I get $10/week and the judge allows this because it "shows he is trying", and even more often I get nothing at all. The more distance I get from him, the more I realize, THIS is the man he is. Those years where he was decent were an act. He's been this horrible person for almost a decade now.
The first couple years were horrendous, and I was devastated. He walked in and caught me in the middle of writing my suicide note on the bathroom mirror with an eye liner pencil. There were days I laid in bed and cried until I was sure I was dehydrated. There were days I passed out when I stood up because I hadn't eaten in who knows how long. There were days I prayed to die. I cannot tell you how many times I feared I was the problem, I was a failure, I would never be happy again, I would never be loved again. I tried to be nice to him, I tried to do the "right" thing. I tried to make sure the kids got time with the father they loved.
Eventually, I could pretend things were fine again, even though they weren't. I enjoyed picking out my own car without his input. I loved that the kids rushed to me to tell me things, and I enjoyed having some weekend time without them so I could do things I enjoyed. I threw myself into school, sometimes taking 7 or 8 classes at a time and getting good grades. I still tried to make sure the kids had a relationship with their father. We did lose the house, but, ended up in a house they loved even more.
Today is my 1st anniversary to my new husband. And, I have no idea what made me think X was so amazing. I have no idea how i put up with his crap for so long. I'm ashamed I was ever that weak. The boys have gotten older, and we've had to move again, but, they kept the old friends and made new ones. We plan to stay put now for awhile.
And, I'm so glad I didn't let him get 50/50, I wish I hadn't tried so hard to facilitate their relationship, because, now, they are trophies for him. They eat too much, and they grow too fast and they are too expensive, and he doesn't have the gas money to take them to soccer practice. But, you can be damn sure that those 1/4 of the games he makes it too, he makes sure to tell everyone how they get their soccer skills from him. He makes sure to tell people he's their father, because everyone assumes my new husband is, because new H is involved, and X isn't. He always points out that new H isn't their dad. He doesn't want to buy them new clothes but he puffs up with pride when somebody notices the younger one is 6 inches taller than every other kid his age. He involves the kids in his relationships from day one because he says he doesn't want to get attached to somebody and then find out later the kids hate her and he have to break up with her. They've hated his last 3 girlfriends, and when they say so, he tells them he doesn't care, why don't they want him to be happy.
We have provided a stable home, we've provided for all their needs, I have a husband who would love to adopt the kids. But, my generosity in allowing them into his white trash hell hole has come back to bite me. I can't even imagine how it would have backfired if we had tried 50/50.
So, my long drawn out reply was to point out some similarities.
*Yes, I was devastated and heart broken
*I was going to keep my house too, because I was counting on someone who showed me they couldn't be counted on.
*I was going to be the good parents, who was going to make sure her kids spent time with the other parent because they loved him.
So, to follow up those similarities
*It got SO much better than I ever dreamed. (I literally said to my husband last night "I didn't even know this was something to hope for. I didn't know this was possible. it was possible to be this happy.")
*Please, don't count on her. Count on yourself, budget for YOUR income. Save the rest. If she follows through, they take the kids to Disney, or buy them cars when they turn 16, or help pay for college. But, don't count on it. She's shown you who she is.
*Think of the future. It will be easier to draw things up one way now, than to change it later. If you go for full custody, and later decide it was a mistake, you can change that more easily that removing custody in the future. You say you can't move because kids/friends/home/stability. But, I'm an adult and can't imagine trading back and forth every week. How is that stable in any way? It doesn't seem like the kids have two homes, it seems more like they have no home. I know people make it work, but, I fail to see how that can be good for the kids.